Rose doesn’t always appreciate my compulsion to photograph her. She puts up with it, but she definitely gets what I call “Owl Ears” when I do: she’s clearly displeased by the camera. Perhaps it’s the flash?
I caught Rose playing on her rug the other night:
That’s the rug that Rose takes out her frustrations on. Whenever I’m rough housing with her or otherwise giving her any sort of attention other than the soft, gentle strokes she feels (as royalty, naturally) she deserves, she’ll go straight for the rug and scratch and claw it. It’s pretty funny.