Monday

Day 162

Brushing kitty time. Taking turns pushing each other out of the way, til the hissy fit.

Friday

Day 160

"An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five year old." - Carl Van Vechten

Sunday

DAY 157

Day 156

Meow

Cat hair on the bedspread,
Cat hair on the chair.
Cat hair in the casserole,
Cat hair EVERYWHERE
 
Cat hair on my best coat,
Even on the mouse!
You live and eat and breathe cat hair,
When cats live in your house.
 
author unknown

Thursday

Day 153


                                                                                Cat Buns!

Wednesday

JUNE 1st 2011!

Day 152  

How can it be June already? The sixth month of the year! Summer time! School almost over? Time for leisure days of reading  at the beach or while sunning  in a lounge chair in the garden .....Sigh.





(In honor of this being the sixth month of the year, here is another teeny tiny book mark contest. The sixth person to leave a comment, will win this cat book mark. Still haven't decided which color ribbon to tie on...so, you will have to wait in suspense to find out.)

Log on - Log off

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Day 141


(Line cat/shaded cat)


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Day 146


(fangie)


Day 147


G I N G E R !



Day 148


"Ben and Bounty" or "If you come over, prepare to be a cat cushion"




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Friday

Day 126

                                                               The Queen

Tuesday

Day 116

Day 115

Cat Poetry
    The Owl and the Pussycat
     
     
     
     The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money. Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
    Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. 'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. Edward Lear (1812 - 1888)  

Sunday

Day 114

                                      Happy Easter!