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!
I want to be a cat.
Now! I want to be a fluffy ball, to spend my free time on the couch… I want to nap whenever I wish to, to be told I am the cutest everyday, to get away with every silly thing I do… I want to be pet on the belly, but just when it pleases me.…… Continue reading I want to be a cat…
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Miss Freja will most likely be mad at me for posting a proof of her bad hair day, but this kind of sudden cuddling is so rare, I just had to immortalize it…