Tiny by palmlight seeing things we don't outside on the terrace early morning.
"I LOVE your analysis of the Tiny/Earl Grey romance and am sure you are right about the 'dashing white boots,'" we emailed friend Carol Ward, a lifelong seeker of feline wisdom and truth:
I was enthralled by your pics of Tiny and Earl. I am fascinated to know what it is between the two of them that makes them not get all territorial with each other. (Would that Snowball and Tigger, the neighbor's other, outside, cat get along like that, even for a minute.) It seems apparent that Earl is dating "up," while I can only guess that Tiny's head has been turned by the dashing white boots.
No wonder Earl Grey is smitten. What a sweatheart, above popping her head up from the lawn, grown tall through 40 days and 40 nights of intermittent rain.
'Reminds us of "Not just another pretty face," our photographic essay of love among the maples, wherein we contrasted the "pistillate [female] flowers' exquisite refinement" with the "unkempt, seedy appearance" of their staminate [male] suitors and asked the eternal question "What does she SEE in him?"
Update: More lovely faces now boarding Modulator's Friday Ark #249.
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