Don’t ask us the date – we are scornful of such matters. But Jane has a new game, posting a photo of ourselves a while ago, with a story. Here we are – well, some of us. Catkin wasn’t here at the time. The story is that we were super-gorgeous then as well as now, and, as we remember, were given more dinners every day because we were “still growing”. What an idiotic idea! We need more dinners every day, so that we can continue to grow, getting bigger and lovelier each day. Except for Catkin, who is big enough already…..
Rachel: taken about 4 years ago, in our old house, where there were lots of stairs, perfect for youngsters to rampage freely.
In this household, it’s variable.
Some Christmas gifts were more
warmly received fallen in love with than others. Flossie and her new bear cannot be parted (except at dinnertime….) but we all know that Flossie is soppy and easily impressed by soft toys.
But we cats – ah, we have much more discriminating taste.
Not at all.
We hope Santa Claws judged your gifts better than ours.