Stories Collected While Living in France
Honda the cat that lives in the motorcycle barn.
Yesterday, I saw Honda on the roof as it was eyeing a bird in a nearby tree. It squatted. Calculated. Waited. Held its breath. Then started to run down the roof. I thought to myself, "Oh Kitten. The tree is too far away."
Honda stopped in its track two inches before leaping, bent its head down and meowed. The funny thing is when it meowed it sounded like it was saying, "Darn it!"
Corey! You’re writing cat posts! I can’t believe it but I’m pleasantly surprised.
Purrfect stories for this cold cold cold winters days
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Awwww, what an adorable kitty!!! How I miss being able to have cats any more…
I gotta have more cat posts.
Choop you started this with cowbell, baby.
I always thought you didn’t like cats because of your neighbor one. Sounds like you do after all.
Franca. Maybe you can start a cat blog. Mat can be a guest columnist. As well as Corey since she seems to be warming up to the feline species.
Corey, enjoying all your beautiful and tender posts from home in California! I could tickle this kitty’s belly!
How cute! Cat lover or not, kittens can charm anyone it seems.
Your Willows posts have been so wonderful in an entirely different way. My prayers are with you, dear Corey, as the days wind down.
what a sweet kitty. + makes me miss sweet jackson kitty(a good miss) xxpeggybraswelldesign.com
How could your lovely mother not adore this sweet animal?
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