All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
She can come snoop in my windows (or garden) anytime! :-)
Another reason to be on your best behavior at all times.
reminds me of my aunt teodora
Didn't you get the notice in the mail from the local planning commission that everyone is to immediately transform all their landscape into vegetable, fruit, and nut gardens? And when the items are harvested, they are to be delivered to the local food inspector for examination. I happen to be that inspector, so I expect to see your produce forthwith! Hop to it! Rip out that barbecue pit/patio/pool now!
From time to time, Queen Cinnamon finds it necessary to deploy stealth and guile to ensure that no activities are occurring in her territory of which she does not approve.It is not always sufficient to observe what happens in CinnaLand by normal perbunulation through Cinnamon's parks and avenues; Cinnamon suspects that there are those hoomins that would seek to evade her scrutiny.Those undesirable elements will be sought out and harshly disapproved of until they see the error of their ways and rectify their behaviour.
I'm busy spinning and knitting up some bunny fur if you really need to know:-)
Hmmm, and Cinnamon notes that if anything, the quality of the photography has got worse since last week: This time her ears (her fine ears!) have been chopped off, as have her lovely paws!I mean, seriously, Cinnamon's not asking for a daguerreotype to be made of her. Just a quick snap. It's not hard. THUMP!
Fleetie must be approaching the much coveted yet rarely attained position of Approvable Indentured Servant. He has expressed Queen Cinnamon's thoughts and wishes so wonderfully well that she may indeed grant him that exalted title. We wait with anxious anticipation.
Janet: Oh, I wish that Queen Cinnamon would be likely to confer such an honour upon me, but alas, I am a hoomin, and therefore, unworthy.Just now, I was looking at Cinny's picture for this week, and imagining how I would react if I lived near her and happened to be walking in that park, and saw her there. I'd squeal "Cinnamon!" and run over to her, being careful not to frighten her, and ask permission to give her lots of strokes and nose-rubs!Cinnamon is a heroine to me!
Ahhhh, perhaps you are right, Fleetie. Our tragic flaw is that we are hoomin and by our nature forever unworthy. If, perchance we were to come across her during one of her Royal Progresses through CinnaLand we might indeed be granted the honour of stroking her royal cheeks. She doesn't promise that she would chatter her teeth in approval, though.
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