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Early morning fog finds Baby Cakes outside in the yard, lord of the manor, master of all he surveys.
Back inside, fearless Defender of the Faith transmogrifies in an instant to Mr. Cuddles, master of the laptop.
A little more to the right, please.
Update: Lots more feline transmogrifications at Carnival of the Cats #224 at Victor Tabbycat and in loving memory of Bonnie Underfoot.
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Your baby looks enormous! Love the half-hooded cuddlebug eyes...
Posted by: pb | June 29, 2008 at 09:23 PM
See, we cats know how to master any situation! Yup, nice toes! I like toes, can you tell?
Posted by: Victor Tabbycat | June 30, 2008 at 11:18 AM
I would love to offer this gorgeous boy my rather capacious lap - for as long as he desires, although Sam the Wonder Cat might object!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | June 30, 2008 at 04:13 PM