Every Christmas, David gives me a gift commemorating our visit to the UK ten years ago. The latest was a small figurine of the Queen, which resides on the lamp table beside my chair. The Queen seems comfortable there, upright, smiling yet dignified, never the focus of unseemly familiarity.
Yesterday, though, returning from my critique group meeting, I found her toppled over and lying supine on the marble table top, a position she would not have assumed voluntarily. Then, this evening I caught Ernest standing on the back of the couch, his front paws on the table edge, snuffling her glove.
I shooed him down, but he refused to leave.
Instead, he settled on the couch and gazed up at her, his green eyes wide.
It took just a moment to discover the reason for his interest.
On top of the Queen’s handbag is a solar panel. In the lamplight, it prompts her to move her hand at the wrist, back and forth, in a royal wave.
M. K. Waller 
Haha
She found her idol now,..
By the way, I really love cats,…
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Yes, I don’t dare tell her that Queen Elizabeth II likes dogs.
I’m glad to know you love cats. Do you have any?
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Nope, unfortunately not,…
I don’t have any,.. I just love them,..
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Adorable!
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Thank you. This sort of makes up for what he did to my stationery bike.
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Gorgeous beast 🙂
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Ernest says thank you and he agrees wholeheartedly.
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Looks like a mouse tail to him. Love the pictures!
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Thanks. I wonder what he would do if he saw a mouse.
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That’s funny – the last photo excellent 🙂
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Thank you. My child can be very photogenic when he chooses.
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Daft! 🙂
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