Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
I never get these right, so the joke is, she's re-thinking her dream of being a snow leopard and I've just killed the whole thing.
She's meow-ing on the inside and that's all that matters.
I often dream of living in the snow when it's so hot here that I'm melting into a puddle of chocolate scented sweat, but in reality I know I couldn't handle it. I do prefer cooler weather to the heat, but snow is too far in the opposite direction. I'd love to find a place that doesn't have the extremes.
I just loved the eyes and the frosted whiskers. I've only been near snow twice, shocking stuff but then I don't like deserts either.
And what about the frost covered whiskers?
My dog looks like that when she's been let outside for longer than, oh, two minutes!
Elisabeth, this cat just has something, academy award pathetic acting.Kath, my cat has to be carried out the front door in order to walk to the back door for exercise and that door better be open or the carry-on is way up on the Diva scale.
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