Ah, the young.
Out on their own, discovering themselves, discovering their world, making it, owning it, eating some dogfood.
Remember Ophelia? She had pups.
Every time I went to talk with her when she had pups in her pouch, camera at the ready (me, not her), she shuffled away.
Such private creatures.
Opalina is, we think, one of Ophelia’s pups due to markings.
Also her habit of starting every sentence with “Beware my piercing teeth, Two-legs.”
Whatever.
And such a cutie.