Sunday, November 30, 2008
The cat with no name
This is why I love my cat. (Dangerous to admit I know, once you admit to loving a cat you are inevitably bound to a childless spinsterhood). who can resist that pink tongue cuteness!
She is still the cat with no name. Arriving skinny and all angles, kittens recently departed one way or another. This weird little cat decided as soon as she saw us she was home. And who were we to name her? She's just our sweet girl. That's what she gets called most days, except when I'm finding dead skinks under the washing machine. Then you don't want to know what I call her.