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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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Thursday, April 19, 2007

A growth spurt

Just in case any of Lady Bracknell's readers were labouring under the misapprehension that Young Master Bertram is still an adorable little kitten, his recent growth spurt is amply demonstrated in the photograph above.

At just a whisker (ha, ha) under eleven months old, he already towers over the dainty - but by no means diminutive - Caspar.

What is, sadly, not clear either from this or any of the other photographs the Editor took this evening is that his legs are currently disproportionately long in comparison with the rest of him, so that he looks rather as though he is on stilts. Lady Bracknell assumes this to be a temporary state of affairs given that nothing she has read about Selkirk Rex cats has ever mentioned their being famed for their stilt-walking appearance...


Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Despite the disparity in size, would I be wrong to assume that Caspar, nevertheless, is The Boss?

9:23 am  

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