Lion ... a little lion named Malcolm, to be precise.
The "throwaway" kitten I adopted last October has turned out to be a longhaired cat with a plush coat of dilute orange. He's developed a lovely ruff like a lion's mane around his neck, and has grown into his ears, which were proportionately larger than the rest of him last autumn.
Here he is, enjoying the first signs of spring, which include the birds and squirrels that come to visit the birdfeeder I got for the front deck.
Oh the life, lounging on a window ledge, watching Spring come to life outside! What a handsome guy ... He looks like he's thoroughly enjoying his home with you.
Posted by: Joanne | Tuesday, March 31, 2009 at 06:34 PM
Oh, thanks :D. He's in a great place and he knows it. He thinks he's king of the house, although my feline girls may disagree with that.
Posted by: Kitty | Tuesday, March 31, 2009 at 07:11 PM
Malcolm is adorable. He looks like he could be a cousin to my Leo, with his color and coat and mane. Maybe it's genetic that they think they are king of the house. How did these wonders find us?
Posted by: Sharon | Wednesday, April 01, 2009 at 01:29 PM
It seems as if my cats were determined to get to me, one way or another.
Posted by: Kitty | Thursday, April 02, 2009 at 03:22 PM