Shocking!
This morning she staticked 2 of us!!
This blog is the ongoing story of nine-hundred and twenty-two cats, including kittens. We consider on a near daily basis the poetics of cat sensibility - the wit, brilliance, elegance and magic of catdom. We try to ignore hairballs and their sound effects.
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When Brat has done with burrowing under the bedcovers, he'll start rooting around as if he'd lost all sense of direction. (And the exit would be...where?)
I lift the covers to give the old man some help. As he tunnels toward the surface, black body against black cave of stuffy heat, all I see are tiny explosions of starry light. Electricity! The cave is lit after all by spastic green sparks. He emerges fur-poofed, and thirsty.
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