She's a cold-hearted mrow! Look into her eyes...

The face of a ferocious bird killer, off duty
(either that, or she's baiting you):

The last thing poor birdies ever see:

Aaron has found two dead birds in the backyard, one of which O-ren was still batting around. I have no problem with any of this (would be silly to resent a mrow's nature) ... but simply that O-ren is at once a lovey-dovy snuggler who nuzzles my face, neck, and chest... and a ruthless killer who toys with her victims. Interesting commentary on the multiplicity of human/animalistic nature to be found within this snapshot.

And as a completely tangent sidebar - another of my photos is being published. Yeah! I may not be able to paint or sculpt as well as my mind envisions... but a camera is a wonderful cheat, a welcome leveling of the playing field for those of us whose hands will not properly communicate with the brain in order to capture our dreams. Speaking of which... I have GOT to get my butt out of bed before sunrise some weekend so that I can capture the fog rising off the pond/island/field. Every morning I go to work, it captivates me. I already have the filters and other Photoshop adjustments planned out... I know the triptych-ish storyboard arrangement... And a 30-minute photo shoot is all I need... but oh! to sacrifice sleeping till 10:30 on a Saturday morning? sigh... I know I can't procrastinate much longer though; the seasons are working against me.