Bengals By Kitty Here In The Spooky House!
WHOA! That's not mine, I have NO idea where that came from, I would never!!! Besides, even if it was mine, it's a toy, what could possibly go terribly wrong...???
Ah-hem. Here in the Spooky House with Kitty (Person Kitty @neverwear who does in fact RUN Neverwear...)We have some Bengals, a fire, Jammies, a bit of chocolate and some Fritos. My kind of evening.
A tired one too after this past week, but all is well now. Hence the Jammies, fire, chocolate et al. Went birding, or more specifically Woodcocking (which is nowhere near as naughty as it sounds) with The Birdchick tonight too. No Woodcocks came out and did their thing, but much fun was had, and our faith in the Birdchick remains unshaken. Next time we will have, uh, Woodcock. No doubt.
More pictures from Kitty! Above, we have F1 (meaning the little guy is half Asian Leopard Cat) Magic. He isn't sure about most people, myself included, but has come so very far from the poor kitty who hid under his Ottoman, in his cave as it were, for months. Now he will at least talk to us. Yes, talks. All. The. Time. A cat of very many words Magic is. Mostly they seem to concern what he has eaten, and when he might likely to be eating again.
This is Mim. Mim say "I AM MIM AND I HAVE HUGE PAWS AND EYES LIKE JEWELS AND I WILL WATCH YOU!" Or something like that. Might just as easily be "You look tasty" for all I know...
And Freaky Venus. First Bengal. Best Bengal. My love my heart. That one sleeps with the moon and dreams of trees.
This makes me very happy! Lear and Kitty have sort of a THING going. They love each other. Kitty went with me a year and a half ago, to Chicago, to pick up Lear and his friend, Little Queen Mab. I think he remembers she was there, taking him out of the place he hated so badly, where he was sad for some time.
He's not now. Here is is eating from her hand.
And that's worth everything.
Love and ALL my Bengals,