"Dad! Is that why I'm called
a Snow-Shoe cat?"
"Dad! Mrs. Rabitowitz taught me how to sit like a rabbit
when the snow gets really deep!
Can I go out and play in it?"
Gabby will be one year old on December 29.
One day I asked Gabby if she wanted to go to church with me and she said, "No, cats do not need to go to church. Anyway - they don't even let animals in church - so no wonder they say animals can't go to heaven." I told her not to listen to people who talk like that. She answered, "I don't."
Oh, Terry - she is soooooooooooo beautiful! I bet she's just as soft as a bunny, too.
ReplyDeleteShe is a pretty Kitty. She looks like a nice kitty too.
ReplyDeleteLove her "beauty mark".
ReplyDelete-Julie
talk about kittehtude!
ReplyDeleteWhat a little sweetie ! and the look she is ginving you Terry: great attentiveness, great love - I Know cat looks.
ReplyDeleteAw, what a beauty! Love how she sits.
ReplyDeleteShe is soooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy to hear of Mrs. Rabitowitz again!
ReplyDeleteGabby is a sweetheart. Did she actually feel the snow on her snow shoes?
My oldest darling and I saw a little lady named Stephanie with a 'dimpled' chin. A small spot of black fur.
Oh how I wish I didn't have cat allergies...
I'm glad that you two found one another. :-) She's very wise...
ReplyDeleteLOVE the kitteh!!! I just wanna snuggle her!!
ReplyDeleteFrom a reader who wasn't able to post his comment:
ReplyDeleteYour blog wouldn't let me post a comment, so I thought I'd just email it to you, Terry: Oscar Wilde -- somewhere, though I cannot remember the citation -- observes that cats, though they are undoubtedly the most intelligent of animals, appear nowhere in the Bible. Maybe that's why they don't have to go to church.
J.