Fur vs. Footwear

Theodora is getting restless after nine weeks in foster care, and so she challenged my shoe laces to a duel and used the occasion to strike this vaguely-Egyptian pose.

Update on yesterday's blip: I returned to the site of the dead-looking squirrel, and there was no sign of that little trickster. I suspect that he was actually just lost in thought, or practicing to be a live mannequin, or preparing for a flash-mob scene. Embarassing, but (I hope) still interesting!