Recovering from her broken heart, poor Sophie suddenly find she has become a “fallen woman!”
Falling from a windowsill might cause physical harm to an unprepared cat, but it’s even more likely to cause. “A.F.E.S.” — Acute Feline Embarrassment Syndrome. This is especially true if the event is witnessed and — OH HORRORS ! If the cat is laughed at by an unsympathetic Philistine audience. This has happened to a couple of my furry pals, who responded with glares of incendiary (but “dignified”) hatred. Has anyone else had similar experiences ? Let’s hope this particular event went unnoticed, especially by a certain young raccoon…Unless he’s adept at first aid,
Love Burt’s tea in a Mason Jar and Sophie’s girlie-parasol drink. Is that an orange slice or a lemon on top of Lupin’s? Is anyone (Trevor or Puck?) drinking green tea?
Furry Mason