The hard lives of four cats (and an interloper) surviving a totalitarian regime.
What a lovely eloquent outraged stare.Don't worry, Catkin, some of us are big-boned too.Jan x
I'm a member of the same club - and I think you're beautiful :o)
'Big-boned' - it's not bad. Our great, late Dominie was a 'big-boned' Dalmatian bitch but she had the sweetest nature and in her head she was a dainty, delicate little dog. Hang on, Catkin, there are worse things in life.
That's quite some stare you've perfected there, Catkin. You are impressive, though. I can see why Mrs D was so keen to add you to the tribe!
Same here, Catkin. Make sure that you're not represented by that photograph with your paws in the dish when you get into the sidebar here. It shows your big bones at a disadvantage.
What a beautiful cat! How was she when the Lovely Son came to stay at Christmas? Is she becoming friends with the others?
You're a very lovely girl,Catkin. Just more cat to love,right? Mary
"Does this cushion make my bomb look big?"No, but it shows up your ginger streaks! ( Rusty would have admired you.)
Absolutely - you are a handsome, erm, curvacious feline with a visage to strike fear in anyone so foolish as to imply that you might be a bit on the, ahem, large side.... I, for one, would not be so rash, or so rude. (Was it that Mrs Danvers who said it?? Sigh....one cannot get the staff these days....)
The Diana Dors of cats...