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.
It still seems only yesterday when a younger Robyn brought in a magpie. We still think og him sa the terrified kitten who spent his first ay hidig behind a sofa
If only we knew....
ReplyDeleteAh I would love to see the world through his eye Claude, I really would!
ReplyDeleteHe looks so majestic
ReplyDeleteLooks a little wild with those colors.
ReplyDeleteYou need to strap a cat-cam on him! ;) He's so fluffalicious, and I love his little "moustache."
ReplyDeleteThanks! He's a handsome devil and looks great for a 16 year old.
ReplyDeleteGet thee to a hair brush.
ReplyDeleteThere is something primeval about Robyn in the wild.
ReplyDeleteWithout the accouterments of civilization he appears confident that something edible will be available.
He really looks adapted to the environment.
He's as handsome as ever. :)
ReplyDeleteBrushings don't last long Beak!
ReplyDeleteIt still seems only yesterday when a younger Robyn brought in a magpie. We still think og him sa the terrified kitten who spent his first ay hidig behind a sofa
Thanks Criz!
Definitely on a mission!
ReplyDeleteOn amission to get his dinner, Cherie!
ReplyDeleteYeah, he definitely looks up to no good. Well, depending on the definition of good, of course.
ReplyDeleteAcrually I think he was en toute to another sleeping space!
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