The Table Vulture here.
I often perch on the edge of the table and look down
with scorn upon my lowly subjects--in this instance, Mommy. Who is only *slightly* better than carrion in my books.
That terrible, heinous woman--she photographed me napping (strike one) with a litter speck on my snoot (strike two), and published it on the blog for the world to see (strike THREE)! I told her henceforth the only shots allowed would be taken from a lowly, groveling point of view.
And that they had better showcase my pristine pink nose, or some Mommy is gonna get swooped by the dreaded Table Vulture when she least expects it!
XX The Baby XX