One gets used to translating ‘Cat’ over the years ……
‘Let me in …how come you are in the warm …all snuggled up .’
Take Care xx
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- Angie
- I am an over weight, under exercised OAP who lived most of her life in Surrey but due to the call of her roots ended up in Scotland. Mother of two,nana of five and servant to oh so many cats. My two passions are Family History and Scrapping.I enjoy photography but I'm more of a point and shoot kind of person. I also love flowers and growing tomatoes but I'm a very lazy gardener and wish it would happen without any effort. When I was young I dreamt of being a singer but now I dream of writing a book but never get further than chapter3 ! Well that me in a nut shell!
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10 comments:
Have a feeling he's saying...."how come you're taking pictures when you know I NEED to come in? NO I won't say cheese!!" :-)
Hugs,
A x
Fab photo Angie - and funny comment by my funny little sis too! She is the one who sits stroking the new felt and is reluctant to use it!!!
Angie, I have photos like that too. It's either the inside cats taunting the outside ones or the outside ones chasing butterflies and bugs taunting the inside ones. I guess 'the grass is always greener...'
Those of us who have cats get very accustomed to 'talking' for them or interpreting. The rest of the world probably thinks we are gone in the head!
LOL, I love the expression on his face!!!!
Brilliant picture :D Just love the obliviousness of the sleepy cat!
Ha, ha loved the "cat talk" translation! I am glad you liked my post about the crop - it was great fun and I am so sorry you weren't there as I would love to meet you! There might be a chance soon again sometime!
Lots of hugs,
Cardarian
Just going to put more info on the blog about the stole, thanks for the comment.
You know who will love laying on it don't you? they'll be pushing each other out of the way if I leave it laying about. lol
Briony
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Have a great week! Happy woyww trace x 46
Cats named Smudge are by nature, disgruntled. I used to have one. He had no tail. Or brain. But we loved him... even though he was really a she. He was Mister Smudge, the tailless, brainless wonder. Tortie too, that should explain it all.
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