Three cats. Three silly, silly cats. Do they deserve to be humiliated over the tubes of the internets?
This is hardly the sleep of the righteous. Ellie tried to attack a squirrel through the sliding glass door just this morning. And then she jumped up on the counter and tried to lick the butter.
If Nicholson doesn't want a stupid bow tied around her neck (which Ellie will later attack), she really shouldn't block a person's access to the Sunday morning papers.
It isn't polite to stick your tongue out at the camera, Claudius. Just be glad I didn't post the shot of you sniffing Ellie's tail-less you-know-what.
Bookish content should return to this blog tomorrow. We're going to see Doctor Faustus tonight--let's see if my opinion of the play improves after seeing it performed.
Don't forget to visit the Ark on Friday; The Pets Garden on Saturday for Weekend Cat Blogging and The Scratching Post on Sunday for the Carnival of the Cats.
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