Most cats do not scintillate as conversationalists. Then there are the Carreras cats. They've been asked their opinion so often that by the time they reach feline adulthood, you wish that they'd shut their traps.
There are many things that I wish I could do.
Christmas and New Years have been one extended cat nip toot for Xenia. Here she is making a resolution to tool back on consumption in the New Year.
When he had time to sire this bunch I don't know. But they seem to be identical to the "cute" Gray Menace, my cat from 1969 until he ascended to cat heaven in the mid '80's.
snow. The snowshoes were finally getting good use in the deep show of a cold Maine winter.
We were setting up the nativity scene the other night, and Xenia, our cat, was sitting under the Christmas tree. Stretching elegantly ( does a cat do anything that isn't elegant?), Xenia informed me Christmas was the favorite holiday of cats in many parts of the world. After all if it hadn't been for cats the Nativity would have been an uncomfortable mess.
As my public knows, I scintillate good taste and manners.
mystery, inside an enigma." If either parent quoted it, they looked to the other seeking corroboration. Most often, it got trotted out when they chose not to answer some question I had asked or didn't want to admit directly to ignorance, and so wrapped it all nicely as a mystery.
Arthur was an unsuccessful writer of dramatic tales. His plotlines involved so much obfuscation that you needed a guide to wade through the story.
I was trying to use the light box to photograph some small bowls I had completed until Xenia decided that it should be a photo shoot for her