Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?
Friday, September 23, 2011
She may not be a cuddlepuss like Possum, but Wendy is decorative to say the least. This morning, she allowed me to photograph her as she took shelter in one of her favorite spots, under the candelabrum. She loves that thing, except when she dislodges a candle as she rubs her head against it or swishes her mighty tail. Then she vanishes in a puff of fur, and we won't see her for a while.
I know we're prejudiced in her favor, but we both think she has an uncommonly lovely and expressive calico face. We tell her so all the time, and she ignores us. Otherwise, she'll squeak whenever she's spoken to, which is most endearing.