a photoblog of tales from my adventures in northern Canada over the next few years, if I don't freeze first...

I took this one of the boy on Christmas Eve. He just loves that kitty condo...and it is right next to the wood stove, which he and Via both love. He is still wild, and so very lovable in spite of it all.
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1 comment:
you got that right...when you pet him you count your fingers afterwards. He can purr up a storm (heh heh) and make you think he really likes you and then CHOMP! So that's when I withdraw all affection and put him on the floor. He is getting better, and so am I at recognizing when things are going in THAT direction, heh heh.
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