Greetings and salutations, I am Lady Bowie…My pet thinks she manages this site, has she got another think c0ming. Let me tell you a little about my self…I am a black cat, no fancy breeding…basically by truck out of Texas, by midnite…I suspect my parents were both feral, while I am now a civilized housecat now. I am 5 years old, spayed, and I actually have two pets, Steve and Shandy…I adore Steve…he has the most wonderful feet. Shandy spoils me…shamelessly…my favourite kibble and wet food as a treat. I have my own chair down in the basement. I know when she’s getting something ready to go in the mail to Joey’s pet, Cheryl…I’m getting that feeling now. I have never met Cheryl’s owners but Shandy talks to Cheryl every night, and she tells me about the cats. I was very upset when Shandy told me that Salem had been run over…my pet was upset because she took off downstairs to tell Steve. When she came back up, I curled up in her lap and purred for a while…then I sat up in the window for a while and communed with my lady goddess, Bastet, asking her to intercede on Salems behalf. He was loved, and he is much missed…Hail and farewell, Salem.
As to the other cats, whom I have never met, except in spirit, I send you felicitations and salutations, Smokie, matriarch of your clan, Sari, junior queen, Joey, who has never met a lasagna he didn’t like [or a turkey]. Sparky, who, if she would only slow down, might find lots of interesting things to do, and Messy, who has discovered turkey[what do you mean you’ll make that piece a more managable size?] I will bid farewell for now and give up the keyboard for my pet to use Lady Bowie
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