Ragdolls named Nola and Bijou
I met up with the very lovely Sarah Mica for a little photog meet-and-greet at the Eastern Standard a couple months back. I really like these one-on-one meet ups with other area photographers over drinks, where we can really talk and get to know each other. Sarah and I hit it off immediately, and the deal was officially sealed as soon as she mentioned that she had two Ragdolls sitting at home. I pretty much forced my way into her house so I could photograph them. And pet them, and hug them, and braid their hair, and trade scratch ‘n sniff stickers. I have always, always wanted to meet a Ragdoll.
Ragdolls are not dolls made out of rags, no. They are cats made out of a million cotton balls that have been brushed and combed until they are at maximum puff capacity. They are named such because of their tendency to go limp when picked up. Because they are so nice and will let you have your way with them.
Here are the beautiful Nola and Bijou, making their modeling debut.
I don’t know how else to say this but I just want to dive into their chests and live there.









































