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She calls me Max

by Karen on October 13, 2008

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And it’s a very good thing that I’m cute, because with all the foot biting, arm gnawing, leg chewing and plant digging I do when I’m not trying to take on the neighbour’s Pomeranian, it’s a wonder a particular resident of the house I’ve adopted hasn’t evicted my little orange butt.

Did I mention I had orange eyes too?  Yep, I that damned cute.  Lucky me, eh?

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a woman walking down the road out front.  Time to see if she’s afraid of a prancing orange puffball.

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What can a 4 year old prove with a camera?

by Karen on March 5, 2007

That even a cat that’s been known to trip people in order to get attention has her limits:

Not a happy cat photo

This is a cat who will scream bloody murder if she thinks she’s all alone in the house even though she’s just a room away. She insists on sleeping on or near one of us or the other cat. If she can’t sit on your lap, she’ll sit under your feet. She’s so bad that to get her to eat, we’ve sometimes had to “escort” her to the kitchen and watch for a minute or so.

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