On the left, this is how Inkblot imagines himself when he’s snoozing on the lovely, warm patio soaking up the summer heat. He is, in his imagination, King of the Jungle, lord of all he surveys. (Except perhaps for the Queen of the Jungle, biding her time outside the frame of the photo.)
This particular king was photographed in his natural habitat, a savanna in the wilds of southern New York state, aka the Bronx Zoo. On the right is a next-door peacock, because — well, why not? Peacocks are pretty creatures. I wish we had some around here. They couldn’t possibly make any more noise than the damn crows, and at least they spruce up the joint a bit while they’re screeching.
Inkblot and Domino are fine, just taking the week off from their exhausting catblogging duties. They’ll be back next Friday.
