Es ist schon eine Weile her, seit ein Foto von Rose ich gemacht hab. Sie hat in ihre Katzenbaum geschlafen, und ich habe ihr gestört. Entschuldigung, Rose… doch du bist zu süß zu nicht fotografieren.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a photo of Rose. She was sleeping in her cat tree, and I disturbed her. Sorry, Rose, but you’re too cute to not photograph.
Rose lounges on the couch next to me… when she’s not just simply taking over my lap. Sometimes, when she’s sleeping on the blanket, I wrap the blanket around her. And this time, I thought it was funny her face was out one side and her tail out the other.
She still wasn’t amused to be the subject of the photos, though.
This morning, I’m out in the freezing cold at 730 in the morning with the kiddo. We’re running the Nielson Challenge, as we do since she started cross country. And these pictures of Rose, all curled up like a little Croissant-Kitty, are haunting me: She’s so warm and comfy. I am not.
There are more zoo pictures coming. Most of the remaining pictures are of big cats: tiger, mountain lions, and more lion photos. Watching those animals move and yawn and groom makes me appreciate how amazing cats are. Rose is like a little version of those, though not an exact scaled down version… I have to admit, I’m glad she’s not a 600-pound Amur Tiger when she crawls up into my lap and rests on my chest!
I hate to consider this, but I think Rose might be a liberal: She thinks our only purpose is to support her, she’s demanding, she lacks the basic fundamental ability to take care of herself, and when she doesn’t immediately get her way, she cries until she does.
On the other hand, she does provide companionship; so not completely useless… and therefore: Not a liberal after all.