This fat cat had installed herself amongst my friend’s art supplies, perhaps a hint that she herself was worthy of becoming art, and so I assisted in this feat.
One more cat in the window photo, and we’ll have 25 and a guaranteed payoff to the charity of choice of whomever’s name is drawn, but the challenge goes on all of April, so I’ll keep adding to the ‘kitty” up to the amount of $100. Okay to enter more than once! When the count hits 25, I’ll republish the list of entrants, so check to make sure I got your name on the list. Please establish a link to the site given below:
The kittens were tiny when they figured out how jump up on the outside ledge, to remove one glass slat and then the screen to break into my bathroom window. I have somehow lost the video, but here are some stills I took. Enterprising. The four of them worked together to get the job done. (Click on first photo to enlarge all.)
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Cats love of apricity is more than just a fluke. It is a vital tendency and so we can’t rebuke our cats for lying prone a lot in any ray of sun. A cat’s in need of toasting as much as any bun. If you can imagine a Kardashian without the flash of any flashbulb, you will without a doubt be able to imagine a cat without the rays filtered through venetian blinds, or fully in the blaze of a scorching summer sun. A cat can withstand all the heat that we can give them, in summer, winter fall. And if there is no sun at all, a cat can just make do with the full attention of a surrogate like you!!!
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Prompt words for today are vital, rebuke, apricity and imagine.
Her imperious demands slice the morning air. I’ve only had three hours of sleep. She doesn’t seem to care. The young cats all wait patiently. The dogs are still abed, but the old cat knows her wants, and she wants to be fed!
Church bells rise up from the town, the priest’s demanding voice calls the village folks to church and they have little choice but to go to laud the virgin, for this is her holy week. Old women crawl upon their knees, her miracles to seek.
Dark morning air is quiet now, the people in their pews, the priest abandoning megaphone to disperse his news. The old cat, too, falls silent, for she knows well her mater. If I haven’t catered to her wails by now, I’ll feed her later!!!
This is the shrine to the Virgin of Guadalupe that the women were constructing in the hotel where we went for breakfast in Acapulco. Every night, we saw processions carrying their virgins to the church to be blessed. This is the twelve-day celebration to the Virgin that is practiced all over Mexico every December and what the very early church bells were about this morning. December 12th is her day and it is a bank holiday in Mexico. Five days to go.