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Tigers, tigers, and more tigers.....

I don't know what it is, about the Tiger. Beautiful isn't the word. 
Just like a man may like an ass on a woman;
or a woman may like the hands on a man.
It's just something, about tigers, that spark an arousal for me.
I do like cats also. I've always wanted a cat. I've had a cat {[Actually 2}} when i was younger, and lived with my grandmother before she past. 
It's not only tigers. I love leopards, cheetahs, jaguars, that whole class, etc. etc. 



BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL. GOD'S BEAUTIFUL CREATION ON EARTH. 


I have never ever, seen a animal so beautiful. 






What makes it even better,  is this selection of photos I have scrounged around for, 
{{I do not own up to these pictures, THEY ARE NOT MINE.}}
They are in black and white. Black happens to be my favorite color, if you haven't already noticed. =)

Black and white photos, PERIOD, are....I don't know exactly. They just say alot. Well, to me, my personal opinion. 

Still shots, mean more than words anyway. 

In all, these pictures are simply, AMAZING. 

Comments

1ManView said…
Tigers are usually seen as a symbol of grace, beauty and power... Black is seen as a symbol of simplicity of ones life, one with vision....
Jade said…
I agree. Thankx! =)
Don said…
I ain't too much for cats, preferrable dogs are more my speed, but as far as tigers go, I have seen some that looked as if there were jewels inserted as eyes.

Agreed. Beautiful animals.
Jade said…
Wow, I like how you put that! "Jewels inserted as eyes." Glad you agree with me! =)

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