Zoo Babies

It was such a lovely sunny day that I decided to go to Howletts Zoo Park in Kent, where I had heard there was a Pallas cat kitten.

This is a Googled picture of a Pallas Cat.

I didn't see the kitten.

Well, here's my redone post, the pictures are now much bigger and clearer, but things are still not quite in my preferred ordered. If only one could cut-and-paste text in a blogger post.

Or can one?

My SatNav got lost on the way to the zoo. It was still in the car, but it lost its way, which rather defeats the object, I think. It suddenly told me to do a U-turn as I was thundering along at 70 mph on a 3-lane dual carriageway. That would have been a life-extinguishing manoeuvre.

The Indian Desert Cat is thought to be the ancestor of all domesticated Asian breeds.


You don't often see ocelots out in the open.


One serval was very playful. The other one didn't like it, and hissed. All she wanted to do was dismember her rat.


This is the proud tiger dad.


And here are some pictures of his babies. They were so fluffy!














There were a couple of clouded leopard cubs, too. They were difficult to make out though.

Juicy

Bobby's back.

It's gorgeous. Like the rest of him.

His stubble, for instance.

I'd like to smooth out those wrinkles, please.


Oooh, Bobby looks cross.


Such a sweet expression.


Hands, groin and boomps-a-daisy.


I challenge anyone to name a person, a photo of whose back we would drool over.


Even his little finger is HUGE.


My turn!


I NEVER noticed this striped shirt before.


Poor baby has an injury on his lovely thumb.

A shady character.
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I just love that profile.


Woohoo! My turn again!


Yesss, shout at me, wag that finger at me.

Stallion at Stud

Yet another episode I'm not too keen on. Luckily there is plenty of hand action to concentrate on. Among other things.

Is the sun causing you problems, Bobby?Let me shade your eyes by burying your face in my ample bosom.


OK, fingers, sure, but I have NEVER found the palm of a hand sexy before.I just want to lick it :)


I love to see Bobby playing.I'd like even better to feel him playing...


Neigh!


How do you tell if it's his thumb or his forefinger?


That is just plain unfair.


"Wake up, Eames, I've solved the case."


Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.Well, maybe no snowflakes, but the nose and eyelashes are definitely a few ofMy Favourite Things.


Can I help you with that?


PLEEEAAASE!


I can think of one thing that I bet is NOT quick release...


...and is probably more like a Gatling Gun than Dale's.

Always On My Mind

A difficult subject. The actor playing the woman in a persistent vegetative state played a blinder.
Bobby's concentrating hard on what to buy me for Christmas.All I want for Christmas is YOU, sweetheart.


"Whew, that's a relief! What an easy gift."


You remember those bumper stickers that said things like, "Windsurfers do it standing up"?I once saw one that said, "Carpenters are tongue and groove men."I hope our Bobby is, too...


In case you didn't know - Bobby's hot.No, really, he's actually hot.

It gives him the chance to do a bit of sleight-of-hand.It's "find-the lady" time. I'm over here!


Just - Woof!


Just because he's perfect.


Not to mention the compassion.


Why did I include this one again? Guess!


It makes a change to see a man with a deep brow and it's not because his hair's receding.


Mind his wig, Bobby!


Just think, day after day Eames gets to look up at him like this.And we DON'T hate her!