My Roar

Look, I’m roaring quite a bit lately!

My post on roaring must have something to do with the white tigers I saw earlier in the day. We witnessed the feeding and I love the way one of the white tigers, Ooma (?), stood on twos to intercept the bone flung towards it.

The Tipping Point says that sometimes, small elements in our environment can largely affect us. The image of the prowling white tigers waiting for their feed must have been the impetus for my roar and of course, that picture seems to portray a white tiger roaring (it’s really meant to make you readers laugh – even my sense of humour is back). And if only the white tigers had really roared!

I’m all ready to share with you how I got roaring since my last rut.

That makes me wonder, under what circumstances do tigers roar?

Because I am roaring good times, roaring good finds, roaring good sense, roaring good fun, rrrrrroooooooaaaaaarrrrrrring ……