There is nothing more I like to do than sit down on a lazy
afternoon with a couple of treats to nibble on and tumble away on the old inter
web. Lavender, my dear friend and companion, finds peace in such activates;
Poor Lavender, who is forced to communicate through a series of sneezes.
So I have taken the trouble to select five of my most
enjoyable Tumbler’s featuring both my exotic and Persian peers. Oh how dear
they are, a few quite fetching young felines that if I was younger cat and hadn’t
had my balls so sanctimoniously removed, would be found to chasing on a wild
Saturday night.
My first though is not a pretty young lass, but my old chum
and once drinking partner Snow Bert. Old Bertie and I would often find
ourselves grumbling over this tired old world, drunk on warm milk, on a Friday
night.
A rather exotic Exotic Shorthair, Bert never fails to disappoint
with his well chosen poses. Oh Bertie
you blue eyed fool, you make a dandy man out of me.
My second is the quite marvelous Sir Bainbridge, a cat of
legend and myth, there will be books written about this one and they will all
end in some heroic fashion no doubt.
With his panda like appearance and keen sense of adventure
Sir Bainbridge is never far from danger laughing in its face. Sir Bainbridge we
salute you.
Follow Sir Bainbridge, our lord protecter here
Next is Blackberry, a name that lingers on my lips during those long cold nights.
Of course my heart still bleeds for my unrequited love, but
she has moved on and I respect that, even though when I stumble on this tumble my
heart fills with what ifs. Oh my pretty black pumpkin.
Follow my lost love and her new fella here
Spoon face killer, perhaps the most notorious of our five
today. A cat, a killer, a extreme napper. God forgive the soul that meets this
Persian on a dark night. Don’t let her cute and harmless expressions fool you,
she will rip your eyes out and devour your tongue quicker than you can nibble your
kibble.
Poor Lavender knows this only too well. The vets said she
lost an eye, but she lost so much more. So much. Spoon face killer, a great
tumbler, a deadly cat.
The last is Chester Smooshy face. My nemeses. Look at him
the dim witted clown, yes I called you a clown Mr. Chester
Smooshy face!
I will not divulge the details of our feud, but it is enough
to say, I was once a young confused cat and promises were made. Oh Mr Smooshy
Face, I loved you, you bastard.
Well enough of that. Check back next week for my five
favorite poos.
