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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Sunday, January 14, 2007

To allay concerns...

Some of the readers of this blog have asked that a photograph of Caspar be posted, presumably so that they may be confident that she has not been trampled to death by an exuberant Bertie.



Caspar, as can be seen from the deep suspicion on her face on this photograph, is much less tolerant of being photographed than Bertie. Being considerably fleeter of paw and feistier of temperament than he is, once she has realised that a photography session is imminent she takes herself swiftly off to somewhere so dark that the camera can not make her out.

In any event, cats who are black, or mainly so, quickly exceed Lady Bracknell's skills as a photographer, tending to result in slightly disturbing images of a pair of glowing eyes surrounded by an amorphous black mass.

Bertie (despite his size) is still growing up and his appearance is constantly changing. That fact, combined with his willingness to pose, and the impact of his youth on his behaviour, renders him subject to very frequent sessions with the camera. That Caspar is above such things should not lead anyone to suspect that her presence in Bracknell Towers is not greatly valued.

Lady Bracknell has hopes of one day managing to photograph Caspar holding Bertie down and forcibly washing his ears. However, given that
  • Lady Bracknell does not herself move very fast; and
  • Bertie's tolerance of said imposed ablutions is distinctly finite

readers would be well-advised not to hold their breath, entertaining though the spectacle undoubtedly is.

5 Comments:

Blogger BloggingMone said...

Ah...good to see Caspar again. Her tail is just wonderful. Her face seems, among other things, to express the hope that Young Bertram will give his best to grow up and become a decent cat as soon as possible.

5:10 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

There is indeed an element of the long-suffering with regards to Bertram about Caspar's mien much of the time.

But she kisses him warmly after they have been apart, which gives Lady Bracknell hope that, once he has grown up and become a decent cat, their relationship will be an harmonious one.

6:37 pm  
Blogger Wilf said...

What a beauty she is. Lovely to see her again.
Addy

7:22 pm  
Anonymous SphinxQueen said...

Patience is rewarded - thank you. I agree with Mone about her tail. Caspar's, not Mone's. Obviously.

10:48 pm  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Surely Ms Caspar is simply displaying the modesty expected of a gently-bred female, in refusing to let her likeness, however gorgeous, be plastered all over the public arena.

Nonetheless, plaster away, dear Lady B, Caspar has many devoted fans out here.

5:43 pm  

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