... I said, again, “What we now?” “We wait,” Wendy responded Wendy walked downstairs a half hour later Tibby was lying on the sofa Fibby was nearby, on a chair The camera was clicking away, that ... yard, he had decided to stay there until the camera ran out of digital space There were kitty-under-our-bench shots There were kitty-gazing-at-our-sky shots There were kitty-reflected-off-our-glass-door ... her, was a camera “They don’t make cat cameras,” Wendy sniffed Oh, but they The CatCam, as it was called, arrived in a small padded envelope It was gray and boxy, and looked as if it had been cobbled...