Decadent has found herself looking after two abandoned young kitties, sisters. Just like Prime Minister Steven Harper, I now am a foster parent...of sorts...to abandoned cats.
This creature here is The Cat. She is not real happy with the new neighbours, so I found The Cat a thicker piece of pink insulation upon which she can sit her royal self and hold court from a sunny window in The Shop from Hell.
The abandoned kitties are smart and have relocated to The Cat's vacated yellow insulation bed. Unlike Mr. Harper, Decadent does not foster abandoned kitties in her house. No. Makes people sneeze.
The snows are deep now and two nights ago the little pets all had ice pellets stuck to their fur when they ventured out for more food from my kitchen.
Meanwhile, The Cat has become quite possessive and every time I venture out, she bee-lines straight to me complaining incessantly
about the new accommodations, mattress thickness, food quality, mouse deficits, cats in the next room.
Blah, blah, blah. I suppose Steven Harper gets the same and not all from the kitties.
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