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She’s such a smart kitty.
LOLcat narrative!
Oh, my.
haw!
Poor Jethro. He look so sad.
go Mischa!
Yeah what’s up with Jethro? Mischa’s only about the size of the Concise Oxford Dictionary and much less hefty.
The mancub should be able to take her easy. Unless she’s using some secret Vulcat nerve pinch on him.
Nabs — or training from Bagheera maybe. Swipe of a mighty paw and so on.
“or training from Bagheera maybe”
Or Baloo: simple chare necessities.
Oh, Evil Zoe indeed! (and evil mummy crit too for laughing so hard at Jethro’s sad.) It’s a fab photo essay.
He’s going to be so tall! That little toddler face on top of the fifteen-year-old hurdler’s legs is part of what makes that shot so funny.
…GOt a similar couch for Bear. Cats kinda liked it too, I decided to humour them, we can all share.
Bear goes up to Mao to give him a cuddle while he was on her chair, mao made towards her leg with his teeth.
Daddy was watching. Mao flew, for quite a distance. Poor Mao, I understand and all, it’s hard being a cat, but there are lines we don’t cross.
(he’s on my lap watching me type this…)
Now it’s reserved for its owner and the felines have learned to steer clear of that couch.
‘(he’s on my lap watching me type this…)’
Armagny, do be careful. They can read.
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September 2nd, 2008 at 9:37 am
She’s such a smart kitty.
September 2nd, 2008 at 9:52 am
LOLcat narrative!
Oh, my.
September 2nd, 2008 at 10:40 am
haw!
September 2nd, 2008 at 3:07 pm
Poor Jethro. He look so sad.
September 2nd, 2008 at 7:05 pm
go Mischa!
September 7th, 2008 at 3:29 pm
Yeah what’s up with Jethro? Mischa’s only about the size of the Concise Oxford Dictionary and much less hefty.
The mancub should be able to take her easy. Unless she’s using some secret Vulcat nerve pinch on him.
September 7th, 2008 at 6:37 pm
Nabs — or training from Bagheera maybe. Swipe of a mighty paw and so on.
September 8th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
“or training from Bagheera maybe”
Or Baloo: simple chare necessities.
September 8th, 2008 at 5:18 pm
Oh, Evil Zoe indeed! (and evil mummy crit too for laughing so hard at Jethro’s sad.) It’s a fab photo essay.
September 8th, 2008 at 7:47 pm
He’s going to be so tall! That little toddler face on top of the fifteen-year-old hurdler’s legs is part of what makes that shot so funny.
September 11th, 2008 at 8:35 pm
…GOt a similar couch for Bear. Cats kinda liked it too, I decided to humour them, we can all share.
Bear goes up to Mao to give him a cuddle while he was on her chair, mao made towards her leg with his teeth.
Daddy was watching. Mao flew, for quite a distance. Poor Mao, I understand and all, it’s hard being a cat, but there are lines we don’t cross.
(he’s on my lap watching me type this…)
Now it’s reserved for its owner and the felines have learned to steer clear of that couch.
September 11th, 2008 at 10:46 pm
‘(he’s on my lap watching me type this…)’
Armagny, do be careful. They can read.
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