Cats

Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat. From the Notebook of Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens], 1894

I have found another comfy napping spot.and look...There will be 'Nip!I love my Mom.

Today is day 23 of a challenging creative journey; the Story a Day Challenge made by Marian Allen on her blog (Her day 23 story) . My month long series begins here:         The idea for this story came to me as I thought about where our hero might show up next on his travels... The Whitechapel Pussy by Nikita Cat He came silently out of the midnight shadows of August 31st, 2006; Watching. Stalking raddled, food crumb stuffed, East End rats and mice.  Leaving a trail of partially eaten critters that cheered restaurant, café and market owners all across this part of London. Yes, something feline this way walked, for this was the stalking grounds of the Whitechapel Pussy. Coming out of the late night fog at Tower Hill, right on the boundary between Scotland Yard territory and City of London Police territory, residents swear they have spotted him living in the back alley near the grim old London Wall.  My inspiration... The Blogs of Kiril Kundurazieff: 1. Mad Macedonian 2. The Opinionated Pussycat 3. SMFCB: A 365 Day Project

On Fridays we’ll feature a former Tabby’s Place resident who recently has been adopted. Feta

Happy Blogoversary to the Phin, Feather, and Furr Gang 1. You're first! If you are participating, enter your information and click "Submit" Name: Link: To report an inappropriate link, please begin by clicking here. Powered by BlenzaPlus by Mister Linky

Did you know that Angel Tamir LOVED sleeping in the PTU? Yep...he thought it was a great ManCatCave. On the other paw, if he had to go the dreaded V.E.T. he would howl his head off in the same P.T.U!

When we last left Gracie and Jinx.... This is what happened first.OOPS Gracie says I didn't know you were here Mr Jinx! Gracie says what do I do now? I hop off! Mr Jinx didn't do anything the whole time.

A year ago today we lost our wonderful, sassy, sweet, fabulous, gorgeous, loving and much loved Parker Pie. There are no words to describe the hole that Parker's passing left in our hearts. She opened up a whole new world to us with our Cat Blogging friends. She was born a feral and died a much loved, spoiled housekitty. Not a day goes by without us thinking of something that reminds us of her. Ricky Tiki Tavi's meow, an empty (!) food dish, a chewed up toy mousie or the empty spot next to my pillow that was her special spot. If heaven means that you get to meet all of your loved ones when you pass, I look forward to seeing her and getting one of her trademark smoochies. No one gave 'em better.We love you Parker Pie. We always will.*Many thanks to the wonderful and talented Zoolatry for the great Parker graphic!

I’d walk up but that looks like a long way. I wonder where it goes to? And should I go there? Anyone tell me how to get home from there? Or if they have food? Find Full Find Chey Rules here. Need More Cats? Friday Ark Weekend Cat Blogging

The 479th edition of the Carnival of the Cats is now posted at The Opinionated Pussycat.