Once upon a time there was a small hole.
After one day, the little hole had grown.
ApAfter one week, little hole had become big.
It’s home construction : our humans have decided to cut down a wall to enlarge the living room. They moved the bedroom into the smaller room, knocked down a wall, and took out the wallpaper at a speed that Angel Loupi, Zorro and I never thought possible when we started doing it with our claws.
Might as well tell you we’re better out than in !
On Tuesday, May 24th, I celebrated my 8th Gotcha Day, but our human didn’t publish anything that day ! I’m very disappointed, because all my friends at the Cat Blogosphere had thought about it.
Nature has given me beautiful flowers throughout the month of May, and just because I celebrate late doesn’t mean I’m going to break with tradition :
for each person who leaves a comment on this post until Sunday, June 5th noon (Swiss time), I’ll give 1 CHF to the Haut-Léman shelter.
PIXIE : Zorro, is Claire our mom ?
ZORRO : I don’t know…. What is certain is that she’s not our biological mother, she doesn’t have enough fur ! Afterwards, she takes care of us, feeds us, loves us, so maybe yes, in a way, some would say it’s a bit like a mom to us. Do you understand ?
PIXIE : I think so… blood bonds don’t always make a mom, but heart bonds do, right ?
ZORRO : That’s right. I’m a (ex) mancat, but I was a great mom to you when you came in, remember ?
PIXIE : Oh yes, you even taught me how to hunt, and I keep burying myself under your chest when I want a hug, like a kitten !
