Beloved Bopper
posted by Lizzy at 4:20 PM
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.
3 Comments:
Very cruel of you, lovely Luz. Hoomins have such thin, delicate skin.
Perhaps she just doesn't know that. (Must I keep making excuses for them? Really! What's wrong with me.)
Hi, PC -
I have to defend her, too - it goes like this: she wasn't even mad - and it's true that she never stopped purring - and it was just happenstance that she caught a vein, AND it was my fault that her claws weren't trimmed! How's that?
You know, Lizzy &mdash we're truly pathetic. Lucy, of course, hasn't the slightest tinge of guilt about the whole thing. Look at her, sleeping the sleep of the just and merciful!
But I'm sure the pictures of Gustav's bloodbath on my pinkie were a dead giveaway for where my sentiments lie. I didn't even have words with him.
I just hope you're OK?
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