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.
12 comments:
But I'm sure you are too savvy to be eaten.
Your world is so different from New York -and looks very enticing.
Only a cat could...
A very well balanced handsome dinner!
You are very beautiful on the tea plate!
Miss Kitty
and might we ask why you have decided to sit on a tea plate pretty one?
My dogs would be very thankful for that!
Good for you! That sounds like a much better idea than working on school work all day! I'm off to look for a tea plate right now.
Humph! Where's my supper cat?
I've eaten it, now go away while I sleep it off.
I like the napkin beneath ye cat. Wouldn't want to get crumbs everywhere after all!
Tea with cat..anyone
Lovely how you can fit yourself into so small a place...only a cat can do that!
And you're on the cover of a magazine, too, I see!
ROFLMAO!! What a perfect title for this entry...it needs no words!
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