Gosh, don't I feel silly. Yesterday, as the sun was setting, Mom stuffed me into this spotted sweatshirt with a heavy hood. I wasn't feeling cold, but she insisted. I turned around and saw myself in the door glass and--eek! Gave myself a start.
But I soon got into the act, which I was told it was. To act like a leopard, that is, which is what I looked like. (Not that I've ever seen a leopard in the flesh, but my current favorite book,
My First Visual Dictionary, has a picture of one. Mom showed it to me in advance of the costume donning. Now I see her logic.)
We didn't go Trick-or-Treating, if you were wondering. Mom says I'm too young. We had visitors, though. My friend Tayla stopped by, but for some reason, she was scared of me.
"Hey, don't leopard
eat bears?" I could see her thinking. Yep, it's not the other way around. But I kept my cool. I didn't even roar at her.
Alas, Tayla skedaddled from my presence as soon as she could. Oh, well, I soon found solace with someone of my own species...
Mr. Bo, next door, is a cat like me.
Although he has better peripheral vision, I am sure.
Still, it was a comfort to hang out with one of my own kind. Happy Halloween, everyone!
Gosh, don't I feel silly. Yesterday, as the sun was setting, Mom stuffed me into this spotted sweatshirt with a heavy hood. I wasn't feeling cold, but she insisted. I turned around and saw myself in the door glass and--eek! Gave myself a start.
But I soon got into the act, which I was told it was. To act like a leopard, that is, which is what I looked like. (Not that I've ever seen a leopard in the flesh, but my current favorite book, My First Visual Dictionary, has a picture of one. Mom showed it to me in advance of the costume donning. Now I see her logic.)
We didn't go Trick-or-Treating, if you were wondering. Mom says I'm too young. We had visitors, though. My friend Tayla stopped by, but for some reason, she was scared of me.
"Hey, don't leopard eat bears?" I could see her thinking. Yep, it's not the other way around. But I kept my cool. I didn't even roar at her.
Alas, Tayla skedaddled from my presence as soon as she could. Oh, well, I soon found solace with someone of my own species...
Mr. Bo, next door, is a cat like me.
Although he has better peripheral vision, I am sure.
Still, it was a comfort to hang out with one of my own kind. Happy Halloween, everyone!
1 comment:
Too cute! Soren, you look a little more alert than your first Halloween when you were a sleeping pumpkin! Happy Halloween and I'll see you at Christmas...
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