Sabre-tooth Albert eyes his prey. He knows the weakest link makes the best victim.
Caught in the evil cats clutches, the puny Sloth doesn't stand a chance.
Like a boa constrictor, the barbaric kitten tightens his grip.
This pre-historic Sloth succumbs not to extinction, but to the primitive savagery of the Sabre-tooth Albert.
Survival of the fittest.
7 comments:
Oh Albert, you look magnificent in your triumph over the pre-historic sloth.
Such a mighty humter! Cori, you must feel safe now that Albert is on the prowl! But where is Elvis?
One down, two to go. You're very lucky to have such a fierce hunter for protection.
So glad your back, I have to say I've missed your entries :)
Isn't Al the cutest little Hunter ever. He makes me so proud. :)
And anon, Elvis is a lover not a fighter. He was probably snuggled against the window exchanging recipes with the birds while Al was keeping the house safe from toy sloths.
And p.s. - thanks Anna! It's good to be back!
Oh I just love the look on Albert's face in that last picture! So triumphant, standing tall, and surveying his domain!
Good thing you have him to protect you against the mighty prehistoric sloth :)
Albert is the victor again...no TP or sloths will get to his gentle brother..."sharing recipes with the birds"...makes me love Elvis even more...
Such a Mighty Hunter! It might have sounded like I was laughing while reading this posting, but it was really stifled cries of admiration.
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