Wednesday, December 5, 2007

The tree

Every year, Treater and Napper bring in a tree. I am not allowed to climb it, nor am I allowed to play with the shiny toys on it. I still like to pretend that I'm outside and I try to hide beneath it. Can you see me? I hope not!


Tiggie FOC said...

Smart move Spooky. Once they can see you, they always want to pick you up for some reason. They need to learn to either 1. pet or 2. admire.

Actually that should be do both.

Your blog looks very Siamesey. Great shade of blue. Glad you got Treater off her duff and made her set you up with your own blog. I've linked to it, and your picture is up. You look good. But you already knew that.

Yawn. Nap time.

Tiggie FOC said...

Thanks for putting the Hart pic up too. It ain't easy being did a good deed there Spooky. I'd help you wash behind your ears to reward you if you'd let me.

Spooky said...

Ear-washing...oooh, sounds good. I like it when Treater scritches my ears, but no one ever gives me a good ear-washing.

Hart lives with you...I figured he must be a good cat, too.