I was so spoiled as a baby that I still have a habit of kneading into my mother's armpit whenever she puts her robe on, and suckling into the fabric like a little kitten. Yet at night, when the other cats are safely tucked away, I am big stuff, and I run around the house like a caffeinated tiger on the prowl. The other day I sat in a sunbeam and my mom took these pictures of me. Kinda adorable, I think.
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Wow, I'm still in awe at your cat's name. That's a stroke of genius, right there.
Your cat writes just as well as you. Amazing!
Aw...little Calpurnia. Give her a behind-the-ear scratch for me.
Thanks, I.R.! I'd like to say it was strictly an ancient Roman reference, but I was also playing a lot of Sims 2 when I got her, and Calpurnia was one of the pre-loaded characters in that game. :)
AHP - funny, isn't it? I think I'm a good influence on my cat's writing style.
Mo - I will certainly do that.
calpurnia = blog hog
How do you get it so the cat can type on a computer? Do you have a purr recognition program or something?
She's just very, very clever, Chance. And she learns a lot by watching me. :)
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