Rose often does her happy-kitty rolls in the evening; and after she thought I had put the camera away the other night, she started doing them… So I got the picture above, but the act of taking it caused this reaction:
Our Living-Room Lioness.
Vielleicht ein bisschen zu viel Katzenminze?
Maybe a bit too much catnip?
Ich denke, sie süß ist, wann Rose ihre Nachahmung von Brot macht. Obwohl scheint sie es nicht zu mögen, wann ich Fotos von ihr mache. Ich echt mag ihre Augen im erstes Foto.
I think she’s cute when Rose impersonates a loaf of bread. Although she doesn’t seem to like it much when I take pictures of her. I really like her eyes in the first photo.
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!