It’s our birthday today. We are two years old!
We still hang out together.
And we still fight!
Quotes of the Day (really, selected poetry!)
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that’s nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
“Dear little Tat,” says Pinkle Purr.
(a.a. milne, Pinkle Purr)
I love my little kitty
her coat is so warm.
And if I don’t hurt her
She’ll do me no harm
I won’t pull her tail,
Or drive her away
And kitty and I
Very gently will play.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice,
And sofa cushions, soft and nice.
I pray for gourmet kitty snacks,
And someone nice to scratch my back,
For windowsills all warm and bright,
For shadows to explore at night.
I pray I’ll always stay real cool
And keep the secret feline rule
To NEVER tell a human that
The world is really ruled by CATS!