Breakfast on Anapurna. Maybe I need sherpas…it’s not easy getting up here.
In response to many questions about My Rock, yes, he/she/it is a real rock in mama’s office where I use the computer and printer, but sometimes I let her use them and I sit up on Anapurna (my name for it) and watch her sweat over her cookbook or articles or whatever it is she is sweating over that day. But I, I am warm and happy on my perch, sitting on the little cloth that papa’s ex gave mama for Christmas for ME (see below) and from great heights I can watch the birdies outside taking baths and pecking at things and chirping at each other in silly bird talk.
You may guess that this is NOT my rock, but the real thing. See how COLD…brrrr…it is compared to my heating vent perch where I can bask in warmth all day long if I want to.
This is my Gauguin shot. I like draping myself in mama’s ferns for effect.
HEY, mama turned off the heat! Now I’ll probably freeze up here. Ah, well, it was fun while it lasted. Probably feels nice up here in summer, too.
Next time it rains, I’ll put in a photo of the little river that runs through mama’s office, haha.
Well, that’s it on old Mr. Rock. Fascinating, no? I love my rock, but I don’t take him for granite. HAHA!!!
Goodbye to Boomer, lovely kitty that you were and always will be.