None of my 3 cats are snugglers, unlike all others I have had. They demand ear scritches, pets and brushing, but HATE being picked up and never get in my lap. Possibly because they were (tame) ferals?
Chesney is praising our sweet little This-Side-Up!!
Queen and I met in Pahrump when she gave me Barney.
LOVE this one! The aspens have just exploded with their brilliant yellow and orange fall colors in the last few days in the Sierra and I’m going to spend the day exploring several canyons before the weekend crowds make the roads impassable. Yesterday friends took me on a hike to a beautiful hidden waterfall only 10 miles north of town where we saw at least 50 mountain bluebirds.
We occasionally make a very vague reference that is easily passed over here. Plenty of other strips for politics.
Doesn’t Lily usually ignore the phone?
No no, I love our Ches!
Good thing Lily is guarding the boardroom door or she might have something to say about the election.
While I have a perfectly comfortable bed, I sometimes sleep on my couch just because I want to. Can you do the same downstairs? I wonder if you would find Annie with you in the morning, along with her kittens?
The shock from a sudden loss is worse, imo, than the expected death from disease. I’ve lost count of the number of dogs and cats I have cried over, but my favorite cat ever – Smokey – died with no warning at 16 while I was at work. I cried every single day for well over a year and a good part of that was being unable to prepare for his death and not being there when he died.