Exotic animals of all kinds have colors and patterns that help them to blend into — almost disappear into — their surroundings, but, with my iguanodon eyes, I can spot them!
OK, being at a zoo in the nation’s capital helped too. Nona and Papa took me for a walk at the Smithsonian National Zoo, not far from where we were staying with our friend, Jo. We saw some exotic animals.
Fashion. That’s the word that came into my mind when this cat came into view.
She kept her distance from us, so I never got her name. She also kept walking back and forth along that fence. I suspect she was looking for a door to get out of her confinement. That’s what I would be doing, if I were her.
Nona got my attention, “Oh, Solbit, look! A Dwarf Mongoose! Isn’t it cute?”
I waved hello to her through the window, and she just kept staring at me. I think she wished she could know what kind of exotic animal I am. I mouthed the words “Jurassic Era Iguanodon … but I’m plastic,” but I could tell that she can’t read lips. In other circumstances, I think we could have become friends.
You would think that this cute and cuddly looking exotic animal is just a house cat, but you would be wrong. Washington, DC has more house cats than you can count, but I suspect it has only one of these.
When I go to a zoo, I do learn a lot. For example, I learned that Sand Cats, also known as Sand Dune Cats, live in sandy or rocky deserts. They have fur on the bottoms of their paws — like slippers! — to protect their feet from the hot sand or hot rocks.
Well, that’s my report on our visit to the National Zoo, but I have one more photo of an exotic species to show you. We didn’t see her at the zoo though.
We went to visit our friends, Meg and Aaron, at their house. When we got to their door, it was open, because someone had been waiting for us to visit her.
She welcomed us on her favorite new toy, a push bike. I guess she’s like Uncle Josh and Papa; she likes bikes. I think she likes me too. She wanted to know all about me: “What’s an iguanodon?” “Why are you so small?” “Where are your parents?” “Do they make bikes small enough for you?” “Are you a girl or a boy?” “Do you want a sandwich?” I really enjoy talking about myself and nibbling on a sandwich, so we had a great time together.
Nona says that we’ll be in Washington, DC for a month, so I’ll probably have more to tell you about our stay here. Bye for now.
I’m your friend.
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”