Kitty only graces us with her presence when it gets cold enough outside that her whiskers threaten to snap off. Her royal spot is under a little table on my favorite quilt. ( She does tolerate the old towel I have put there.) In the winter she is good at: brown- nosing at the back door, sleeping, stretching and, once in a while, unsheathing her ‘playful’ daggers under the table on innocent diners. She is a rough player.
Kitty is an anomaly – she purrs when she’s agitated, stiffens when cuddled, ignores the juiciest morsels of meat and the friendliest ‘kitty, kitty’ calls. The only thing we have that she likes is her warm spot on the braided rug or this quilt. Jeepers! What a Brat Cat! Why do I put up with this? She IS a Pritty Kitty if you like patches of shiny black and orange and perfectly groomed, gleaming white, which I do.
Photo shoot over, period.
P.S. Can anybody give me a lead or advise on how to post collages on blogs?
