Posted by on Mar 15, 2017 | 14 comments

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Beware the pawprints of pussycats!

I think these paw prints are a sign, don’t you?  The fact that they are on the back of a white couch is not important…I wanted to leave a hint for Caesar so he’d take a vacation in mid-March, and since I only write with prints, I though he’d get it.  But no way, Jose…

Hey, and now it’s creeping up on us, the almighty Caesar’s ides and day of demise.  Today, I think, but you’d have to ask Brutus, he would certainly know.  Whoever that is…

Maybe Swampi Marcus has that info.

At any rate, I was thinking the Eyes of March might be more fun.  As in what kinds of eye-looks a kitty can convey.  Those sleepy-eyed sultry looks, for example, or those Don’t-bother-me-right-now-or-else eyes or maybe those Where is my food eyes.

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Mama says this is my Don’ Even Think About Coming Over Here To Snuggle Me Again look.

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Papa, you rubbin’ me AGAIN?

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Oh, no, can’t you even take a photo in focus?

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Well, if you’re really nice, you can snuggle me again.

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Don’t think you’re gonna get away with missing my dinner hour.

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You’re gonna put me on a diet for HOW LONG?

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We’ll see about that. Swampi Marcus will tell me where all the food is hidden!

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Just kidding.  Here’s a little kiss…