All Acts of Love and Pleasure

are rituals of the Goddess.



I totally stole this from Dependable Renegade, the funniest site on the internet.

A Very Fine Cat, Indeed

Early Beltane morning, when they were very thin, Miss Thing, my good grey cat, slipped between the veils. Just before she went, she climbed onto my bed, shoved me over, stretched one front leg out in her typical elegant pose, and we had a lovely snuggle. I pet her, she purred, life was good. Her purr was always amazing; I never once ceased to be amazed by the active grace of so much pleasure.

She was a very private cat, not too fond of strangers, but in the final years of her life, she opened her heart to the noisy, little, blonde boy who came careening into the place, tolerating him with supreme gentleness as he was learning to let her smell his hand before he began to pet her and gleefully announcing, "She's my buddy!"

Good bye, for now, dear friend.

Miss Thing Has Been Going Galt For Years

Friday Cat Blogging

Miss Thing spent two nights alone during the storm. She was not amused.

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Miss Thing owns the bed.

Vendredi Blog de le Chat

Les Chartreux.

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Whot U Mean, "'We' Go 2 Vet"? U Can Haz Squirrel In Ur Pocket?

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Miss Thing lives to be admired.

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Miss Thing

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Friday Cat Blogging

My frapping cleaning people let my neighbor's cat in and then locked up and left. Miss Thing, she no likee the other cats. She's still one unhappy deity.

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Miss Thing is not paying attention to you.

One Day Early Friday Cat Blogging

Do not start with me. You will not win.

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In all her glory

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Miss Thing

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Miss Thing in the afternoon sunlight.

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I Can Haz Guilty Look

I eated the tuna fish, but now I iz sorry. I can haz forgiveness?

Friday Cat Blogging

I can haz clozeup now, Mr. DeMille?