The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
A great photo. Good mummy, protecting her babies!
She was very vociferous in her intention to make me get lost!
It is a great photo.
Ah, so there but for the grace of Shaun goes Bebe.But feral cats have a reasonable life, at the top of the food chain.
There will be far worse fates.Still curled by the fire or outside. I think Bebe knows the choice on a cold night!
I am sure she does! And with two human slaves to bring food and keep the fire stoked up. I do often wish I was a cat. Though perhaps I should be careful what I wish for in case those tales of cross-species reincarnation are correct. I can see a couple of disadvantages, namely getting my balls cut off at adolescence and a rather unsavoury alternative to toilet paper. But maybe these won't concern me when I am a warm and well-fed cat. I rather suspect they won't. So, something to hope for then.Thanks.
An excellent photo Jams. You've really caught her attitude!
Ah Don it's worth losing the knackers for waitress service and a warm place to live!Thanks Dragonstar!
She's so fearsome! She must be very afraid. I think it's a great image, Shaun.
She was I think
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