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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Keep watching the skies...

Post script:

Having been woken up at 6 am by the pain in my back, I discovered that Bertie's vigilance of yesterday evening had taken its toll on him...


Blogger Kerrio said...

We're there. We're with you. Camera on the tripod...

10:38 pm  
Blogger fluttertongue said...

I think I may have just fallen in love with Bertie.

9:25 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

It's hard not to when you find him asleep on his back with his paws in the air like that...

11:52 am  
Anonymous Boogaloo Dude said...

Shame on you. Taking a picture like that when he's at his most vunerable.

And I bet you'll show it to his girlfriends when he starts dating and is old enough to be embarrassed by it.

Honestly! Mothers! They're all the same!!

5:25 pm  
Blogger powerchaircrazy said...

Bertie is gorgeous!

5:08 pm  
Blogger kelly said...

We have a cat who insists on lying in immodest postures throughout the house as well. But we always knew she was a tart. :-)

11:44 pm  

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