A friend of our back in Boston was justifying her desire to always cuddle their cat, Pepper (who did not like to be cuddled): “She’s just so fluffy!”
“Yes,” her partner said seriously, “But she’s not fluffy for you.”
I had forgotten about ever having taken this photo (it’s from January), but when I saw it I remembered how excited I’d been, not just by the colors of this flamingo, but by its incredible textures—especially all the down-y-ness of its underfeathers, just visible as its plunged its beak into all that softness to preen.
It’s not fluffy for me, either, but if I can’t cuddle it, I can at least look at it—and so can you.
“Yes,” her partner said seriously, “But she’s not fluffy for you.”
I had forgotten about ever having taken this photo (it’s from January), but when I saw it I remembered how excited I’d been, not just by the colors of this flamingo, but by its incredible textures—especially all the down-y-ness of its underfeathers, just visible as its plunged its beak into all that softness to preen.
It’s not fluffy for me, either, but if I can’t cuddle it, I can at least look at it—and so can you.
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2 comments:
oh-so-heavenly!!
I want to cuddle it, but I'm sure it would let me know it's not fluffy for me.
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