Lady Effingham Is Getting Bored with Me Testing the New Camera on Her.

Lady Effingham Judges Your Photography Skills

Lady Effingham sits with regal disdain, her golden eyes half-lidded in exasperation as the camera clicks yet again. Her luxurious fur catches the light perfectly, but her expression clearly communicates she finds this photoshoot beneath her dignity. The tip of her tail flicks impatiently, a silent warning that her patience wears thin with these human antics.

As a proper lady of noble feline bearing, Lady Effingham clearly believes she should be photographed only by professionals, or at least with more interesting props than a human’s shaky hands. Her whiskers twitch with disapproval at the amateur setup, though she tolerates it with the long-suffering grace of royalty humoring commoners. Perhaps tomorrow she’ll demand proper compensation in tuna or catnip for these modeling sessions.