Guess what's in the box! Or was in the box, anyway. No, not me, silly -- a new camera! (Thank you Air Miles program. And Grandma Peep for acquiring so many air miles for the cause.) It is 6 mp. Which means I come out much more clear. I am still undecided whether this is a good thing - I thought I looked pretty good on the older 2 mp camera. At my ripe old age of 11 one appreciates the little niceties, especially fuzzy cam.
Mrs. Peep says that she likes the new camera, but the delay between when she pushes the shutter button and when it actually snaps the picture is long enough that I am no longer in position. I'm always on the move. And possibly related to a weasel but I am sure I do not know what she is talking about. She is just going to have to anticipate my every mood and move in order to capture the perfect pic. I guess I should say more perfect pic, since if I am in it, clearly it is already perfect.
Obviously the red eye reduction feature ain't working.
(I apologize for the nasty glare, but Mrs. Peep has been stalking me all night, like a paparazzo on Ritalin. It's getting a little tiresome.)
Someday when she figures everything out I may, if I am lucky, look as lovely as my friend El Timido, who strikes a most fetching pose.