The remarkable consensus among cats is that they invented great art. Humans merely did a monkey see, and monkeys do routine in admiration of the feline example.
This morning a five Xenia, Warrior Princess, and Empress of all she surveys decided that it was light enough that I should get up to feed her.
I arise when I wish.
Another rainy day? And why are you waking Moi? Is it time for a second breakfast? No? Is it time for nip? No?
I thought I was being wily.
The springtime clean up. If I'm not supervising he'd cover the catnip in mulch!
Come on, stupid you know I need a snack!
You'll pay! You were warned. White stuff! Seventy degrees one day. White stuff follows.
Oops? Today it's in the seventies, but Friday, will be the white stuff again? And all you can say is, oops!This morning, I found an early bud of catnip in my plantation..it was heavenly… but now I have to deal with snow up the tip of my delicate, lovely tail.I can't take it anymore! A …