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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Sigh. I guess that's why he's called Angel. He doesn't mean anything bad. It's all sweet and loving. Till someone whaps him. Sweet litte boy. (Kisses Angel surreptitiously.)
It's true - he just doesn't understand how they never seem to get the joke...! Most inappropriate captcha - barke!
I guess they just don't have HIS sense of humour. Madu made me so angry just now, beating up his little sister, that I picked him up to give him a good talking-to. Of course, he started purring. Then he extended his little toes at me. They're so cute. Anyway, after I got done rubbing all the rubbable bits, I realized he'd talked me out of scolding him again! Wrapped around one tiny pawpad, I tell you!
Oh, dear - you made me lol, quite guiltily, of course...
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