The Truth About Cats and Dogs in Black and White
Truth is just one person's reality. Here is mine in black and white (maybe some shades of gray). This blog has little to do with Cats or Dogs - just humourous sarcastic antics about my life or occasionally, someone else's. You know, intercepting volleyballs with my face, egg dropping, etc. The truth has seen some changes and in fluidity with change expect to see more artistic expressions posting up - so give your two cents worth!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Meet the Cat Day
Meet Pablo. Sometimes referred to as Pan-face, Yoda, Gizmo, Flat-face, Nermal, etc. This is my cat, a short-haired exotic Persian. And no I didn't pay for her, although I have shelled out enough since in medical cat crap. Pablo Picasso, in honour of her rather abstract looking face, is my snobby, little, timid cat. Adorable, she hunts - indoors, weighs 6 lbs on a full stomach, picks up her food with her paw (as she is mandiblely challenged), will move her treats to the "right" place should you put them in the "wrong" location, she could be an olympic shadow chaser, she apparently dreams about being a velociraptor in her next life or was one in a previous life (still hoping that the scar on my forehead will fade). And, regrettably I am one of those horribly annoying persons who speaks to her cat in a completely different and unrecognizable voice than her normal one.
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