I’ve always been perplexed by people who take copious photographs of their cat and then want to show them. It’s so queer. And sure enough, here I find myself taking photographs of Blekica and wanting to share them.
And speaking of queer, on my way home from yoga, I saw two mobile homes pull off of the I-10 exit by the Quarter, with very attractive men in front – the gays are coming, the gays are coming (hide your tacky clothes).
Join the club of queer cat people. This cat looks as if she is right at home.
Surrender….
She looks like my Bridget who died at around age 16 four years ago. Funky cats, those black ones.