Yeah, and the cat's cute too. Rimshot.
Here she is lounging in the front yard after her 48 hour odyssey away from home. I've asked her on numerous occassions what went down but she hasn't said a word and denies all my accussations. The tramp. Notice the pom pom marigolds and begonias I planted around the tree.
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Sunday, June 03, 2007
Queen Of Dee-Nial
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3 comments:
Well did ya leave any catnip for her? Hell I'd bolt too if you weren't showin' me the love. LOL. Meeeeoow!
This kitty is a funny one. She doesn't like catnip, table scraps (bits of chicken, even), or water from a bowl (has to be running from the faucet).
In my next life, I want to come back as my own cat. Come and go as I please, food on demand, scratching when I ask, and lots of hugs and kisses when I want (and sometimes even when I don't)!
She's a beauty. (And something tells me you wrapped right around her little finger/paw/whatever.)
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