I’ve shown this group’s work before. This one moved me particularly because the one dog was a dead ringer for my Dobie. I would grab that dog in a heartbeat.
My guess is they have always done this, but it was never able to be observed before. It makes a great deal of sense for survival.
From July 17, 2019
Somewhere in the treetops in the jungles of New Guinea, a momma cuscus grooms her rather hefty child–that’s the big white thing scrunched up in her lap.
Byron the Quokka assures me that business will take off “like a bloomin’ rocket” if I hire a cuscus to assist him him managing my blog contests. He’s up to something, depend upon it.
Well, I remain open to persuasion. Toss in your two cents, anybody, if you want to. I have to get on to some nooze coverage.
This is a very interesting cat. There are so many varieties of cat–they seem to be extremely adaptable.
What a sweet looking little fellow!