You More Than Anyone, Darling

Here at Casa Con Queso, this is a common sight: a pussycat body partially concealed by fabric, often accompanied the telepathic message, “You can’t see me! I am invisibuls!

While I fear the organza curtains may not be long for this world, they were cheaper than half a prom dress so I’m lucky they don’t tear along the bias in one grand demonstration of kitteny joie de vivre. They’re not my grandmother’s drapes, after all. No, we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it.

Everyone’s got a role to play and a job to do. Topaz, seen here takin’ it to Drusy, not at all invisibuls except to the camera. At this point, I’d like to take a moment to excoriate Rodgers and Hart for placing unphotographable in my head while I was a young and impressionable word nerd. They were obviously retcherous human beings, what with their corrupting the language like that.

I took out the camera when Topaz began chirping. This was so unusual a sound I figured whatever came next was bound to be exciting, and it was. The eagle eyes of the six-pound pussycat had spotted a spider, the size of the O on your keyboard, crawling along the crown molding. What followed was a festival of uproarious feline frustration, complete with leaping, flying, chirping and the spider looking unimpressed from her strategic position far from razor-sharp teeth. Audrey will recognize the framed photograph next to said feline. Please know, lovey, I grabbed it before it hit the floor.

Drusy, resting her head on Pete’s feet. They’re nice feet. Drusy taste tests them all the time. I hope it’s a phase. I was on the phone earlier with Mr. Blogenfreude and dancing like Michael Flatley because my toes are evidently delicious and Drusy must eat them! Pictured here, Drusy is not eating toes but guarding them, possibly from the other Kitteny Menace. Either that or she’s sighing and declaring Pete dreeeeeeeeeeamy. She does, you know.

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I shamelessly swiped this infodata from Barry at Enrevanche. He is well-informed, you know. This Sunday, the Carnival of the Cats will be hosted by The Scratching Post, and don’t overlook The Modulator’s Friday Ark. Thank you, Barry. Hello, Mr. Gato!

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