A VISIT TO DYNA'S NURSERY

As you may be able to tell, my camera has come to visit. Not to stay, mind you, as my youngest darling daughter, Her Excellency of Mousehole, has taken it away again and promises to bring it back tomorrow. I did get a few photos before she left. Let's go to Dyna's nursery, shall we?


Did you come to visit? I'm really quite busy here but you can stand there and talk to me in an "Oh,whatagoodmommakitty" kind of a voice if you want to.



What is that? Two invading pink cats? I must get my claws ready.

Oh, just your slippers. All rightie then. Kind of tacky, don't'cha think? I mean, fuzzy? And pink? Euwe. Can we say, "I have no taste?"

Bye now. Don't let the door hit you in the behind as you leave.

And so we tiptoe away. Later, Minkey, the foolishfoolishfoolish black cat went to visit Dyna without an invitation and there was much ruckus and much steak of black cinders streaking down the stairs and hiding under the mini-tramp. Yes, I did get a picture of him, all folded up in the tiniest black-cat-ball he could make, but Her Excellency has taken the camera again, and so those pictures will have to be displayed another day.

Dyna is not to be messed with.

THE FIVE MEOWING LOANERS

These kittens belong to Dyna, who belongs to my youngest Darling Daughter, Her Excellency of Mousehole, who has "loaned" them to us until she can find an apartment that lets her have pets. Good luck with that one, I'm thinking.

I also loaned my digital camera to Her Excellency and so this picture was taken in the car on the way home and the kittens have already grown in the two days we've had them but obviously, I can't show you that. The Hershey's Syrup box is prophetic, I think--sweet baby kittens.

I also can't show you Dyna; the She Devil Momma Cat who both growls and rubs against my leg when I go in the room where she has the kittens nestled in a closet.

Dyna, the She Devil Momma Cat is a beautiful little cat that hisses, growls and chuffs if Pika or Minkey come anywhere near. She also bring out her claws and chases toward them. Pika usually stands her ground; she is such a gentle cat that she simply cannot understand anyone not wanting to be friends.

Minkey, on the other hand turns tail and runs like a streak of burning cinders. As well he should. Dyna is not to be messed with.

When I come to visit Dyna growls and rubs against my leg all at the same time. She climbs on my lap the minute I sit down and then pushes her head into my hand. She purrs but keeps her eyes on the door at all times and if she hears one tiny sound she growls, hisses and is off my lap and in the closet in a nanosecond.

I'll keep you posted with new pictures as soon as Her Excellency bring the camera home. I know she will because I have five furry hostages.