Notice the light? The depth of field? The capture of disapproval mixed with a questioning brow? I may not be the artist, but I am most certainly the muse.
Pardon me, but I, too, am art. The background is perfectly blurred to contrast against my light fur. My large eyes reflect light and draw the eyes of the viewer up to the top of the frame. This photo lingers in the mind, because it raises the question, “What is she looking at?”