tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11783188.post4409506807385844786..comments2007-07-30T23:56:47.874+02:00Catofstripeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626451503696948747noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11783188.post-12943076884631448902007-07-30T23:56:00.000+02:002007-07-30T23:56:00.000+02:00Cats are such particular precious creatures and have a peculiar intelligence that really only works in relation to their own universe. <BR/><BR/>Bagheera is so old now he has almost achieved zen mastery, he just is and the world revolves around him.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626451503696948747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11783188.post-17443821223990364322007-07-30T04:46:00.000+02:002007-07-30T04:46:00.000+02:00I really liked this description of your cat. My friend, Peter, has an adopted older black cat, K.D. (for the singer, Ms. Laing). She has the habit of poking Peter's nose with her right paw to alert him to her various needs. She is also quite a vigilant gardener. First thing each day, she must go out on the ninth floor balcony to inspect Peter's many pots of herbs and flowers. She wails whenever the herbs are harvested. She watches anxiously each snip of the scissors. She would enjoy your farm. Though, I think she would interfere a bit with the harvest.Paul Creedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624404907821394730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11783188.post-56292890750221469342007-07-23T23:54:00.000+02:002007-07-23T23:54:00.000+02:00Il est trop mechant.Paulnoreply@blogger.com