Wednesday, 8 June 2016

Whose place?

It takes a while to get used to being pestered at the table by doe eyed kittens, puppies with alluring ways but one things for sure it’s very rarely met with indifference be it for or against. Me, well I’m a sucker for all things small and furry. What you don’t expect though is a Peacock with attitude strutting its stuff like it owns the place? No doubt it understands the Greek for get down, go away or shoo or the body language of shove off but he chooses to ignore it, with that haughty stare and arrogant  stance with the self -assurance that this is my place, talk to the tail because the face ain’t listening. Beautiful, Majestic, Magnificent, definitely not cute . He’s still irresistible though.