Cats and Caboodles

Tinee, the basil-munching cat, at rest. She’s my bodyguard, watching over me wherever I go. Well, sleeping on the job at times - like now.

5 January 2009, 4:56 p.m.

Posted on January 5th, 2009 by Karen
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On a very cold night, Tiger, a.k.a. Gerger, the big kitten who wouldn’t stop eating, sleeps on my dirty laundry (but the orange blouse - formerly my uniform - is his personal blanket, well, he shares it with Kittycat).

Taken around 1:00 a.m., 4 January 2009.

Posted on January 5th, 2009 by Karen
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Indeed, a cat will rule your life. No such thing as a cat with an owner. Rather, it’s a cat and its slave.

I have been multi-tasking as usual, doing the laundry while reading and trying to organise a paper. After dinner, I had wanted to continue with the laundry when I saw a sad-looking Tiger beside the washing machine. I asked him why he looked so forlorn and he looked at the machine. Ah, right! He usually slept on top of it.

Hmmm… ok, I’ll finish the laundry tomorrow. The kitty can sleep now. Of course, his sister Hildy got on the machine as soon as I returned MY quilted comforter. It’s only there because it needs to be washed too. But now that I come to think about it, its ownership might already be in dispute.

Posted on December 15th, 2008 by Karen
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Seems like the smaller kitty fits better in the plant box than big Mati. Perhaps the box was made for kitties to sleep in. Hmmm…

Posted on October 23rd, 2008 by Karen
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Who said a plant box can’t be a cat box?

Posted on July 25th, 2008 by Karen
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