“… as Helen wandered the halls of the old decaying mansion, she could hear the lonely plaintive moans of ghostly voices calling to her: ‘Neeeeed scritchieeees‘ they seemed to say. Then from deep in the basement came the sickening gurgling sound of an aching, unfilled belly, yearning for the succulence of tuna to ease its immortal pain…”
I can’t wait for the movie version, Sharon H.
The moral of the story is “feed me or I will haunt you for eternity”?
Constant companion!
Wish my kitty would let me use her head as a book rest.
I’m not so sure it’s a head rest, more of a buttinski “hey, whacha doing. Time to FEEED MEEE!!!” moment. I used to have a kitten that if he wanted my attention when I was reading the paper would do a flying leap from the armrest, somersault and land in the middle of the paper, then look up at me like “HI!!, can’t ignore me now, can ya??”
What a beautiful girl!
Pretty girl!
Smooch to her! Lovely lady. 🙂
This buttinski kitty needs to get together with the “O Fortuna” cat from the post a couple of days ago. Together, they would make a formidable pair.