Yet more Albert in the sun.
The reason his wiskers are so curled at the ends is that he gets them just a leeettle too close to the wood fire.
Also, the shaved bit on his left ear is from his last teeth triming and jaw x-ray. I assume they used a vein on his ear to adminster the anesthetic.
is sooo cute … lol
Hi mouth has gotten a bit lop-sided (no pun intended), from all the surgeries, but he’s still a handsome little
curmugeon.
Right now he’s sitting under the woodstove washing his face.
was thinking total curmudgeon … 🙂
and that bit about his whiskers curling d/t the heat … lol
As I reach deep within my inner being in my quest to be all the cranky that I truly am, Albert is my guiding light.
Albert’s inner- and outer-cranky have merged to create unbelivably cute. Would that it worked that way for the rest of us.
Albert has to be the best of the best. I know he’s always been my favorite.
and this was the best I could do, which I admit I am only posting because I liked the way both Giddy and the house are so hard to spot.
Looks like you got a lovely atmospheric shot of Giddy’s butt. At least I think that’s the end I’m seeing – it’s a bit hard to say for sure.
Yup, you got it. I called to her to stop several times but once again she let me know who’s the alpha in this pack.
Great picture Andi. I can see Giddy, but the house is beyond me.
The porch and the roof are showing through the trees, the porch being the dark area right in front of giddy and roof is the light gray to the upper left of her.
I’ve been to your house and I still can’t see it.
So I guess fog just makes you folks dense. 😉
Who you callin’ dense?
I spotted the roofline on the left. It took me a few seconds, but nature doesn’t make straight lines.
Admittedly, humidity makes me dense, and cranky, and just plain miserable – I don’t know how anyone lives where it gets humid.
I don’t know how anyone lives where it gets humid.
Air conditioning keres, air conditioning. 🙂
A/C, another thing I’m not fond of. It makes the air funny. When I lived in NM, I had an evaparative cooler (swamp cooler) which, when running on “High”, would drop the inside temperature 25 degrees from the outside temperature. So, when it was 105 outside, it was 80 inside, which is nice an’ cozy.
We’re very lucky in Tasmania that the weather tends towards mild both summer and winter. Although, I still wouldn’t mind living someplace drier, if water wasn’t such a big an issue.
It’s annoying how you can’t have everything you want all in the same place. 😉
I’m a great believer in A/C. I like the air to feel funny (cold). 🙂
When I lived on the coast for awhile, I did like the breezes that are prevalent down there. Still had to have my A/C though.
my cute meter just asploded. sooo cute.
this was bud awhile back, begging for attention
obviously, he got it.
Who could not give a face like that attention.
That’s the most laid-back “begging” I’ve ever seen. Looks more like I’m-nearly-ready-to-expire-for-lack-of-attention guilt-tripping to me.
Around here, we call that the “Please sir, I want some more” look.
Indeed, and no one can look “hang-dog” like a hound dog.
Albert, in his favorite winter spot – directly under the woodstove.
I don’t know why they even bothered to have a vote for Best Bunny. He is nonpareil.
One of the best thing about baby bunnies is how they flop on their sides to sleep. They tend to grow out of it, and as adults they sleep balled-up with their feet firmly under them (like the photo up top). That’s so. prey animal that they are, they’re ready to flee at a split-seconds notice. Albert-the-Brave (if sometimes a bit foolhardy – like going outside when the door is left open) scoffs at such timidity. Besides, nuthin’s better than a toasty tummy.
In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately,
due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny
size, they died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health,
although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused
the tigress to fall into a depression.
The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate
another mother’s cubs, perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there
were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians
decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment.
Sometimes a mother
of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only orphansthat could be
found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in
tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger.
Would they become cubs or pork chops?
Take a look…you won’t believe your eyes!!
The photos are wonderful.
That is too cute, with the little piglets all dressed up in little tiger suits.
Mom tiger doesn’t look depressed anymore, does she?
Mama looks very content. And, when these little piggies say, “my mama can beat up your mama,” you’d better believe them.
The little tiger-coats are probably the best bit – someone had fun making those.
This photo was in the local paper.
Ducks walking on a frozen rivulet.