Charlie, my kitten-turned-cat, is still all legs and all ears; we shall see if her body catches up with her appendages. I have no doubt I will be blamed in her cat therapy sessions for an identity crisis for my recent mistake in thinking she was male. In reality, she’s a dog-cat, drinking water out of the toilet and my bathtub, a sociable licker, and an eager greeter-at-the-doorer.
Read on for surprising, historical photos from this week.
This little kitty found me, made me forget my vow to not adopt more pets, and wormed his little way into my heart and home.
The little rascal.
But, who could refuse a face like this?
Ja, which means "tiger" in this Asian country, sits on her windowsill in all her feline glory. She tries to kill mosquitos, and worms that crawl out of the houseplants, and ants, and gekkos that scamper across the ceilings and walls. Her purr is as loud as the generator next door, and she holds her own against Rumi when they tumble across the floor in play-fight. She's still small enough to hold in my one hand, and light as a feather. But don't let her small size fool ya. She's a feisty feline, and cute as a button.
It's all Dragon Queen's fault. Remember her? She's the one who shows up at your door with a handful of kittens
and says, "They need a home?" and before you know it, they're at home with you? She's just that way, Dragon Queen. The stray animals love her; street cats see her coming, and follow her home. Well, this time, it wasn't any different.
