I am fascinated by the whole realm of catly behavior. Watching one bathe is to witness a very thorough and absorbing process. However do they manage to roll up on the end of the spine, keep the tail out of the way and do the scrubbing of toes and -err--personal bits?
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.
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I am fascinated by the whole realm of catly behavior. Watching one bathe is to witness a very thorough and absorbing process. However do they manage to roll up on the end of the spine, keep the tail out of the way and do the scrubbing of toes and -err--personal bits?
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