It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Seriously cute, yes. But the maniacal gleam in her eye is no trick of the light. First, last, and always a predator. This is our foster-kitty.