Above, Exhibit A: last Tuesday morning, the front door of an especially pretty bungalow I walk past on the way to the pool. The especially beautiful pussycat was managing to look baleful and resigned to their lot. Sort of how I would describe Melania Trump’s expression.
And below, Exhibit B: Thursday morning. The bird of paradise has opened up a bit, but the well-presented slackers who look after this kitty still haven’t seen fit to let their highness in for breakfast at dawn when they were quite obviously ready for it.
Sigh, life just isn’t fair sometimes.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 