A Man's Man

The Asst. Zookeeper and I often discuss other people - not in a mean, gossipy sort of way, more in a "what makes people tick" kind of way.  We enjoy the differences between people and how it affects their interactions.

He and I established YEARS ago that he (the Asst. Zookeeper) is a "guy."  He calls himself a "Man's Man."  He can fix jut about anything and he works with his hands.  There is very little softness about him - unless you bring children into the room.

This is one of my favorite photos of him as it shows his personality (and size!):

At almost 6'4", 220lbs, the Asst. Zookeeper is not a small man.  And he definitely does NOT have a small personality.  He's one of those guys that can fill a room by himself without making any effort.

All of this is build-up to the next two photos.  Last evening, I walked into the living room to discover this:

Before the Asst. Zookeeper
realized I was taking his photo.

The photo is not of the beer in his hand or the hat on his head.  It isn't even the contradiction of the clothing he's wearing and the chair he is sitting in.  Look at what crawled into his lap and made herself at home!

The 2-pound kitten, Sorcia, decided that he looked like a good lap to sit in.  She apparently crawled into his lap and then wiggled herself into his vest for her own cozy little spot.  It's hard to tell from the photo, but I'm pretty sure he was sitting there rubbing her paws.  He swears that "kitty paws" (as HE calls them) are the softest things ever.

The smirk on his face shows that
I was caught taking this photo!

I think I'll keep the Asst. Zookeeper.  Rough and tough, but still soft enough.  Love ya, Babe!