I don’t think I want to know what kind of a Pun Master you must be in your native tongue, seeing as you’ve lately been displaying your skills in your second language (or is English your tenth language? I wouldn’t be at all surprised…). Only problem for him is that he has to come out to stretch, doesn’t he?
This photograph gave me a sharp pang - my cat, Hazel, who died almost two years ago when she was 17, looked exactly like this. White and curled in that perfect sphere… cats are masters, or mistrees, of the small, protected space.
kate: I wish my cats will live to such a venerable age! I am afraid I have never been able to find a real remedy against premature turnover. Maybe now that I have moved out of the city, my cats will find fewer automobiles to play with.
A perfect sphere! How do they do it?
I don’t think I want to know what kind of a Pun Master you must be in your native tongue, seeing as you’ve lately been displaying your skills in your second language (or is English your tenth language? I wouldn’t be at all surprised…). Only problem for him is that he has to come out to stretch, doesn’t he?
Tai: I am sure an armadillo, a pangolin or even a good old hedgehog can perform better at the perfect sphere game.
Emily: alas for me, my linguistic abilities do not go beyond English and French. I can read German, and that’s about it.
I love a cat’s ability to curl up in places that look impossible to the eyes of us inflexible humans. What a great picture!
This photograph gave me a sharp pang - my cat, Hazel, who died almost two years ago when she was 17, looked exactly like this. White and curled in that perfect sphere… cats are masters, or mistrees, of the small, protected space.
Becky: Mandarine did worse than this.
kate: I wish my cats will live to such a venerable age! I am afraid I have never been able to find a real remedy against premature turnover. Maybe now that I have moved out of the city, my cats will find fewer automobiles to play with.