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Tiny goes for the jugular of lobster in the ruff at Sunday's clambake Down East.
Hey. Give me that.
Back home this afternoon she settles in before dinner on the dining room table with remnants of Goomp's lovely Mother's Day floral bouquet of pink roses and baby's breath, kicked up a notch by a few sprigs of our own homegrown lilacs, framing her loveliness.
Update: Lots more faunal loveliness at Modulator's Friday Ark #139 and Carnival of the Cats #164 at TBIFOC.
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Posted by: hnav | May 17, 2007 at 02:22 PM
Is there a girl more beautiful than Tiny? I don't think so.
Posted by: Gayle Miller | May 17, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Your lovely pictures provide a few moments of delightful relaxation from the worries of the results which may come upon us if the truth evaders become our leaders.
Posted by: goomp | May 17, 2007 at 04:13 PM
What absolutely beautiful pictures. Tiny is gorgeous. Ah feline beauty, she's sheer perfection.
Posted by: mog | May 18, 2007 at 05:00 PM
Tiny is such a pretty cat. Lobster sounds good, we have never had any. Must get mom to see this post, to give her the idea. Come on over to the Carnival. Lots of fun and food.
Posted by: Samantha & Tigger | May 20, 2007 at 09:26 PM