Welcome to a world where
everything begins to make complete sense...
or perhaps, makes no sense at all.
My cats and I seem to have this same conversation over and over...okay...mostly just me.
Commence with petting at your own risk!
The beginning of a healed world starts with one.
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.
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.
Bonded pairs are truly something special.
Every day is a GREAT day when you're part of a cat family!
We LOVE all of the "biscuit making" that goes on in our house!
In trying to maintain a "G" rating here, I didn't include the horror our hunters REALLY dream about.
Dream BIG and reach beyond the clouds!
If that's what it takes, it's worth considering.
...and thank you for stopping by!
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