Not for baseball. Not for Easter Communion. For plain old kibble. First comes Eubie, followed closely by somebody else's feline responsibility -- the one my neighbor and I named Ole Olafson, the Scandinavian butterball. Eubie won't come near me, and Ole won't come near anybody (not even the other cats).
Piers Plowman pushes me around until the dishes are filled, and
Shy Sister looks on and grins.
Maus, meanwhile, remains above it all. She'll come down to eat after she's had her cuddles.
If you want to see more critters, be sure to check out who's up at Friday Ark #133, over at Modulator, and don't forget on Sunday evening (or first thing Monday) to check out the Carnival of the Cats, this week (Easter Sunday) to be hosted by Bad Kitty Cats (clearly a misnomer, since there is no such animal. Only dogs can misbehave. Cats are what they are).
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We can agree, Line Up For Kibbles! What wonderful Pictures of such gorgeous Kitty Cats! Purrs
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