felis silvestris catus

January 19, 2015 § 9 Comments

loki_bite

tabby cat toys

with a pigeon feather –

death

outside

the

kitchen

door

~

 Composed in a hurry and not to be taken the slightest bit seriously…

 

 

 

Image courtesy Justine Zweibel

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§ 9 Responses to felis silvestris catus

  • Ron says:

    HAHAHAHAHA! Love it! I misread “toys” as a noun the first time around but now believe it to be a verb. Right? *g*

    Ron

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Correct,my friend! Like a cat with a mouse – playing with it until it decides to deliver the fatal blow…

  • I don’t believe THAT at all, Rachael. There is always something a little deeper lurking behind your words – how we play and amuse ourselves, hiding from the fate that life has waiting for us just outside the door!

  • mikesteeden says:

    Well I’m taking this extremely seriously – my son has not yet homed in from the Calais race as yet! Yours Arthur Pigeon, The Loft, Cleethorpes

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Dear Mr. Pigeon Senior,
      I am assuming, both from your christian name and the location of your current abode, that your son is of Anglo Saxon if not English descent. I have talked to the cat, and although he has proved less than trustworthy when it comes to matters of the heart, informs me that the deceased pigeon’s final words were ‘oh mon dieu et anglais chat.’ I rest my case.
      Yours,
      Cat woman

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