The word's out that the "house" cats at my vet lick the donuts that they put out on Saturday mornings. Can't say I blame them.
My cats and I seem to have this same conversation over and over...okay...mostly just me.
Inspiration can come from anywhere, but sometimes it comes from EVERYwhere!
Having been self conscious about inviting people over for dinner, I was cured when a friend served me a hair on a cheese nacho the length of my forearm. What's a little cat hair.
In times of turmoil, we can unite in love.
Cats come in all different sizes, shapes and purrsonalities. I can't possibly pick a favorite!
We could all learn a lesson from our cat, Daphne. In a super brief moment of negligent cat care, I found her proudly modeling a plastic grocery bag loosely around her neck like a designer scarf. No freak out. Just zen. A master.
Sometimes the singing is joyfully loud!
This is why I can't get anything done...times four!
I once drove three hours each way to a child's birthday party. There was no cake.
IF I dressed our cats in costumes and IF Sarah was agreeable, she'd make a fine bat super-hero.
The world is vast, yet when everyone is our brother or sister, it becomes quite small.
I'm not sure who enjoys staying in bed more...
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