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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This just crack me up!
The irony, the irony!
What a sweet baby who loves to be loved!
That is an expression that does not bode well for the subject of the thought accompanying it.
She's far and away the tiniest one of the lot, but she can be scary, especially when she chirps...!
tiny can be mighty. She who must be obeyed was speaking telepathically
She who must be obeyed, indeed! I laughed right out loud! Perfect! And little Miss Laser Eyes thought so, too...
The Dearly-Beloved Faridah Peeples, who is no longer with us, was the smallest of the tribe, and took great delight in pasting Bandicoot (who was the biggest at the time) in the schnoz every chance she got. He got into the habit of dropping flat on the ground whenever he saw her coming.
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