Sadly, my big fluffy boy hasn’t gotten the message. For him, food is the most important thing. He doesn’t wait quietly for it; he paws frantically at the door and wails like an opera singer.
The white cat looks like our very first cat, back in 1970. We called him Trip. Got him when he was probably only 3 weeks old. Far too young to be taken from his mother. But even with our lack of cat knowledge, he survived. Love cats. They seem so intuitive and love the calmness being around them. When they are at peace, so am I.
Sadly, my big fluffy boy hasn’t gotten the message. For him, food is the most important thing. He doesn’t wait quietly for it; he paws frantically at the door and wails like an opera singer.
And patience!
The white cat looks like our very first cat, back in 1970. We called him Trip. Got him when he was probably only 3 weeks old. Far too young to be taken from his mother. But even with our lack of cat knowledge, he survived. Love cats. They seem so intuitive and love the calmness being around them. When they are at peace, so am I.
They are majestic and mysterious
What a pretty kitty. Great quote too.
Beautiful picture Love white cats.