Late last week, we found a smoky grey kitten strutting his stuffs upon the ledge of our bedroom window on our 2-storey terrace so we summoned him down with the signature lizard chirp. He quickly stole our hearts with his constant purr & sparkling helpless eyes that sent Michael (our another cat) spitting furball of envy. Upon the first impression he looked like an Oliver to me, so Oliver he became from that day on. On most days, he’s Ollie, or when I’m feeling maternal, he’s Ollie Mollie Schmollie. (Photo from sine qua non)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My kind of weekends
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2 comments:
What a lovely story. That photo is gorgeous.
so ya new cat is named after a skateboard trick. cool. dude.
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