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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I remember, I remember...



Caspar, generally speaking the most dignified of felines, has an endearing tendency to forget to put her tongue back in when she has finished grooming her beautiful fur.

posted by Lady Bracknell | Tuesday, March 27, 2007

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Buster, rest him, did the same thing. He was black and white too. That's probably not the casuse though. Or _is_ it .........?

5:13 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is a sobering thought, that although Caspar here appears to be thinking thoughts that lie too deep for tears, she is most likely wondering where her next mouse is coming from.

Cats have a way of looking most soulful just before an outburst of devilment.

10:14 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All of my lovely kitties did that. Sometimes I would touch the tip very gently to remind them, and they would look startled, the way I look when someone points out that the eyeglasses I can't find are hanging out of my mouth (I chew on the ends sometimes), or annoyed, the way I look when someone points out that I've been ungrammatical. It depended entirely on the cat.

I wonder if it simply feels nice to hang one's tongue out to dangle in the chance of an errant breeze after vigorously licking the yuck out of one's own fur.

8:59 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Oh, now there's a thought...

9:18 pm  

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