The cat came over and after bunting me on the sides and hand climbed onto me. Naturally. By this time lower clouds were blowing over rapidly, and the humidity was up--the cat's fur felt damp, as did my jacket and jeans. It is difficult to take good moon pictures with a cat on your chest. When she walked about, my arms wiggled. When she settled down, it was only for a moment at a time, and the standing up part always caused vibration. She wanted to look into the lens. She wanted to lick the hand holding the camera.
More and more clouds, less and less moon--for both reasons. I gave up finally and came back into the dry house. I may post the jiggly pictures another day.