April 10, 2013

Reading the New Yorker

I could not stop staring at this picture.

I still can't.


  1. Man-oh MAN. I was also totally stuck on that kitten picture, too. Mostly because she seems like a tiny skinny teapot, or other hand-held object. I want to wrap my little palm around her tiny tummy and gingerly pick her up.

    Where is she now?