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I gave Flo and prawn to play with, it's the only thing that sends into a mad frenzy. Unfortunately I wasn't able to capture her tossing the prawn into the air but you'll get an idea of how fired up she was with her flattened ears and fierce eyes that she meant business. If you look closely you'll see the mangled prawn on the mat. For some reason though she never eats it!
This is Roxy my new Kitten I had tried to get a rescue cat around 12 months or less but all were older and needed to have access to a garden Roxy will be a house cat :) She's just over 8 weeks.
Just a couple of shots with my Coolpix.
The flash came on but her eyes are closed :)
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Plywood burning bright.
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The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
« Dieu a inventé le chat pour que l'homme ait un tigre à caresser chez lui. » de Victor Hugo
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Ok, folks, time to introduce Tiny!... Tiny is a tiger stripped ordinary house cat that was not much older than a week or two when my mother found her huddled under a parked car, shivering of brisk cold, hunger and fear on an icy, frozen night around Christmas a couple of years ago. She was so little that my mother easily fitted her in a glove and tucked her in the hand bag to try to protect her from the freezing wind and make her a bit warmer on their way home...Today, a few years later, Tiny has grown up to be an old wise cat...but... she never meows...she has never learned how to because, according to my mother's explanation, she has never known any other mother than mine...:)