Beware the pawprints of pussycats!
I think these paw prints are a sign, don’t you? The fact that they are on the back of a white couch is not important…I wanted to leave a hint for Caesar so he’d take a vacation in mid-March, and since I only write with prints, I though he’d get it. But no way, Jose…
Hey, and now it’s creeping up on us, the almighty Caesar’s ides and day of demise. Today, I think, but you’d have to ask Brutus, he would certainly know. Whoever that is…
Maybe Swampi Marcus has that info.
At any rate, I was thinking the Eyes of March might be more fun. As in what kinds of eye-looks a kitty can convey. Those sleepy-eyed sultry looks, for example, or those Don’t-bother-me-right-now-or-else eyes or maybe those Where is my food eyes.
Mama says this is my Don’ Even Think About Coming Over Here To Snuggle Me Again look.
Papa, you rubbin’ me AGAIN?
Oh, no, can’t you even take a photo in focus?
Well, if you’re really nice, you can snuggle me again.
Don’t think you’re gonna get away with missing my dinner hour.
You’re gonna put me on a diet for HOW LONG?
We’ll see about that. Swampi Marcus will tell me where all the food is hidden!
Just kidding. Here’s a little kiss…