And as flakes fell, little hills growing… Snow, like clouds coming down to Earth for a little napping… You walked your quiet catwalk, leaving behind your ephemeral signature. Only evidence of your once feline presence…
Me: You are aware you can nap on the other couch, the armchair, either of the beds or any other place in the apartment, aren’t you? Freja: Yup. Me: I have a lot to do this afternoon. Could you move so I can stretch my legs a bit and answer my WordPress messages? Then…… Continue reading Stretch your whut?
Go ahead, just try! Using my paw to defeat, One, two, three… Blurry!
Nadia Merrill holds a weekly photography challenge. This week’s topic is Eyes! Here’s my take on it;
What are you dreaming of, furball? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Freja staring out the window.
Freja came to sit on the sofa the other day. The furball is far from the cuddly kind, and since there had been no treats involved, I figured she had something important to discuss, or just didn’t want me to stretch my legs (the latter being much more likely). Mum… Why you not talk…… Continue reading I iz there… MUM!
Freja is not a big fan of me. Unless I have food in my hands. Or treats. Or when I clean her litterbox, or fill her water. The rest of the time, I am of almost no interest at all, for the furry ball. I take that back. Asleep-me seems entertaining to her too. But…… Continue reading No, no Mum… I iz not sick!