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!!!
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Goodbye to Boomer, lovely kitty that you were and always will be.
Oh LouLou, you made a funny. MOL We think dat is just so cool. A real live rock in your house. And with a stream. You be one blest kitty girly dat’s fur sure. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
I love my rock because no one else will climb up here and WAKE ME UP!
Yes, RIP Boomer. They aren’t with us long enough. But the joy they give us (and we, them) makes it SO worth it.
Well, Loulou, that is a VERY beautiful Gauguin shot. That bit of the end of your tail coming out from behind the fern is la pièce de résistance! And those ferns, how they drape around you give a bit of a 20s flapper-girl look. Moi, I’ll just stay here on the ground. Or on the bed, on the sofa, on my cushions…………….
Bed? Sofa? Cushions? YOU rock, Mya. What nice places to perch.
you don’t take your rock for “granite” ha!!!!
I wanna see the river!
You are so lucky to have your own rock!
Yes, well, just to cement things, haha, yes, I am lucky.
Sad to learn about Boomer’s crossing.
Shouldn’t your mountain be “AnapuRRna”? Lovely pictures !
OH, MARY. You are sooooo smart. Yes, Annapurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrna.
We cried when we read about Boomer. Such a sweet family and a beautiful farewell post to their beloved boy.
Good pix. How neat to see you eating – or is it drinking on your rock?
I much my kibble on my rock. Mama likes the water trough on solid ground…
Very sad about Boomer. That is a cool rock and I love your pun about granite. xo
Oh, mama is the worst, don’t get her started. She can pun and pun and pun until people leave the room.
RIP Boomer
The last pic of Loulou should be called ‘paint me like one of your French girls’
Oh, that is so cute. Thank you.