When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.
5 comments:
Just because it's not cat food does not mean a cat won't eat it! :)
Gorgeous cats by the way
I do not understand the purpose of putting anything except Stinky Goodness into cans. That is a very bad waste of a can.
Oh dear! Poor things! lol!!
But at my house, I still get to try anything that comes out of a can... It's the rules.
Beautiful! I wish my Charles would learn that one.
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