Wednesday Cat Blogging
I still haven't spotted either of the cats but I have hope.
Wouldn't it be cruel if these people didn't even have a cat and they were just messing with my head?
But you know they do. You can tell because they have cat-themed art on the wall. Only real cat people would have cat art on the wall, hung just about at cat eye-level. This reminds me of my friends L. and M. who tape postcards and other artwork down by their cat's food dishes. I love that kind of crazy.
By the way (I know it's not Friday yet and I'm cat blogging anyway), I did share a special bonding experience with none other than the infamous Poochinette, the cranky cat of La Maison Doyon in St. Ane-des-Lacs, Quebec. Miz Pooch, much to the surprise of her owner, took a shine to me and insisted that we spend at least one night in the same bed.
Her human, in most amazed tones (you have to supply the heavy French accent), said, "I can't believe it. She usually ignores everyone! She is really very sauvage."
But Poochinette knows a cat girl when she sees one. She had the most hilarious growly meow that I made a recording of her talking.