From the high balcony of Somersault House, overlooking the windswept moors, young Enid Pimpleton scans the far horizon for any sign of Lord Burpley. Alas, with each passing hour, her hope to again behold her love grow ever dim.
Cardboard Castle
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I hope Enid’s hair doesn’t get too mussed as she waits.
My cats have an actual castle (made of cardboard).
The title had me mentally singing a cat-themed version of a certain King Gizzard and the Wizard Lizard song.
Such a woebegone look. I sure hope Lord Burpley wasn’t waylaid by highwayman. Or is “going to the chip shop” the British equivalent of “going out for a loaf of bread and a pack of smokes”?
I read that as Enid Pimplebottom and, once again, questioned.
I love the original poster…
“I had a hot glue gun and a rainy day, so I built my kitten a palace.”
Poor Enid. She’s too cute for such a horrible surname. I think she should change it by deed poll, eftsoons and right speedily.
That is quite some house!!
I have a problem with a cat having better housing than me.
Somewhere Emily Bronte is looking up copywrite suit lawyer.
This is actually a scene from the famous musical episode of ‘The Guiding Leash’. Beautician Tiffany Tungsten slips on an acrylic claw, bangs her head, and dreams that she is a wealthy young heiress in Regency England. Lord Burpley was a fantasy version of Tiffany’s boyfriend Spud Muldoon, who was serving a prison sentence for failing to support 37 kittens.
👍🏼 That’s goooooood! You’ve missed your calling😁