Thank You, Michael
posted by Lizzy at 3:05 PM
Monday, March 03, 2008
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.
posted by Lizzy at 3:05 PM
2 Comments:
That's a rather insane expression on AreToo's otherwise handsome little face! What on earth is that basket sprayed with, catnip?
Can one rescue from determined cats? I've always had to give up unless I can find a place to lock up whatever it is they want.
I think of old Joseph in Wuthering Heights cursing Cathy and Hareton &mdash or was it the other Cathy and Heathcliff? &mdash "Sit ye down, ill childer!"
Looks like he's sniffing something up wind that smells interesting. Sweet picture, sweet face, sweet boy.
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