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If this post brings my professionalism as a rehabilitator into question, so be it. I'm firmly opposed to dressing wild animals in clothes. But last night when I laid out what I was going to wear today, I inadvertently left the pile too close to Lolita's crib. (At a year-and-a-half of age Lolita is in a large cage outside during the day, but still spends the night in our bedroom and wakes us up for a bottle around 2:00 AM.)
I slept in this morning, and Paul snapped these photos of Lolita trying to put on my black sports bra. (I had no idea she watches so closely when I get dressed.) Lolita's "blanket" is to her left on the bottom of the cage, and my shirt...perhaps less of a challenge...is to her right.
The pictures are presented here in the order they were taken, as Lolita's apparent frustration increased.
I slept in this morning, and Paul snapped these photos of Lolita trying to put on my black sports bra. (I had no idea she watches so closely when I get dressed.) Lolita's "blanket" is to her left on the bottom of the cage, and my shirt...perhaps less of a challenge...is to her right.
The pictures are presented here in the order they were taken, as Lolita's apparent frustration increased.
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