Grace, thy name is Ignatz
February 18, 2015
This kitty-ballerina image (which is a redraw), came to mind a few years ago while staring at my kitty, Ignatz’s feets. I studied admiringly, Iggy’s pristeen white fur and pink toes, bringing to mind the white tights and pink shoes of a prima ballerina. That along with an almost preternatural grace she’s been known to exhibit, while padding, almost toe dancing across the fireplace mantle. She lithely slinks along this 3 inch wide path, past tons of chachkis and photos, with nary an item being knocked over.
The girl’s got mad grace-skills!
Of course, when I have to rescue a terrified, de-tailed lizard from under our bed, one of many she proudly trots into the house, the ballerina image dissipates rapidly. –Sigh.
Click to get better look at Iggy’s feets!
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