Cats and Caboodles

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.

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…

Who said a plant box can’t be a cat box?

One of our current favourites – Tiger. Here he is sleeping beside the well, after eating his heart out at lunch. We noticed how this kitten, despite having been born in the house, seems forever eating. No wonder he waddles when he walks.

My mother contemplated putting him on a diet but he got sick more than a week ago. He kept on eating but lost some weight. He’s much better now and I hope he keeps the weight off.

I am sooo addicted to these! Very, very clever! Made with Moo Cards.

Part I

Part II

and my favorite:

Part III – The Star Wars Special