tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post192427015337110431..comments2023-10-20T10:58:10.264-04:00Comments on Write Now, Right Now: A Fair Weather KittyBetsy Ashtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871010122475160477noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post-14599810643865366592012-05-06T11:07:07.389-04:002012-05-06T11:07:07.389-04:00Franz, you are indeed, dear friend, missing someth...Franz, you are indeed, dear friend, missing something without a cat in your life. They exasperate us, but delight us at the same time. Love from a cat is conditional. It's on their terms. But, when it's given, it's the most peaceful, satisfying moment. It is impossible to be stressed out with a purring cat on your lap.Betsy Ashtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06871010122475160477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post-25920308935124243792012-05-05T22:06:39.424-04:002012-05-05T22:06:39.424-04:00We never had a cat. Am I missing something?We never had a cat. Am I missing something?Franz X Beisserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15559179295040264947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post-10601717431782638732012-05-02T22:11:10.612-04:002012-05-02T22:11:10.612-04:00I agree, Donna. I've been through the "de...I agree, Donna. I've been through the "deposit the gift in my hand" routine. Half a chipmunk, part of a bunny. Mocha brought in a tiny mouse two days ago and proceeded to eat it on the door mat. The next morning, it was a chipmunk. We dispatched the chipmunk, since they are too big to eat. If she stays with skinks and mousies, I'll be very happy.Betsy Ashtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06871010122475160477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post-27540276422406898362012-05-02T21:41:25.853-04:002012-05-02T21:41:25.853-04:00At least the skink was deposited on your mat and n...At least the skink was deposited on your mat and not in your hand. My dog was skulking by the other day in that tell-tale sort of way. When I asked what she was doing, she looked at me, oh so innocently. There it was, the tail hanging out one side of her mouth. "What have you got?" I asked quite reluctantly. She dropped her catch neatly into my hand and skulked away. It was quite dead. So, count yourself lucky that your kitty plays by herself!Donna Knoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04610511702197492401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410068166190075767.post-10998057662658970572012-05-02T09:39:29.220-04:002012-05-02T09:39:29.220-04:00You did catch the hairy eyeball look!You did catch the hairy eyeball look!Cat Ciricnoreply@blogger.com