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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Does the poor, sick human have, perhaps, a little ham? Cheese? A hot buttered croissant?
PS: How are you feeling, Lizzy? Looks like you rose early to, hee, March Forth.
Hi, PC - I'm better, but still not great - all I've shared with Cloud and Cyrrie lately has been crackers, poor darlings. Oh, and I had a little broth today, which I dribbled on AreToo's nose, since he couldn't make up his mind to I predict I'll have gone through 3 plus days of not being able to eat, and won't have lost an ounce! I hope you and your sweetlings are well...
We are, as they say, afflicted by crapula. As opposed to the crapola dished out to us by the media. Not sure which is worse, but the children are sleeping peacefully through it, so that's good.
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