agroshong says:
you are beautiful Boos!

agroshong says:
I love seeing the mini version of Bandit :-)

agroshong says:
ohhhhh, sweetness

agroshong says:
...it might be better up there...

agroshong says:
pretty Hourdou

agroshong says:
....wow, I was just thinging that yesterday! if they could date stamp the comments and when pics were loaded onto the site

agroshong says:
some new fangled drawer handles

agroshong says:
um.......aren't you going to let me in? :-)

agroshong says:
hello Baxter! you're looking cute, of course

agroshong says:
such a sweet Marilyn....hope she is doing well

agroshong says:
oh, you're a pretty girl

agroshong says:
ha ha

agroshong says:
Foster lays like royalty

agroshong says:
lovely

agroshong says:
Willow...I can destroy that tree in 6 seconds....Piper...I can destroy that tree in 5 seconds

agroshong says:
looks like fluffy snow

agroshong says:
...oh, and yes, I am from the Seattle area. I live in a town named Bothell which is about 20 miles northeast of Seattle proper.

agroshong says:
....I want it, will have it. The window separates me from it, from having it. I seize what I want with my eyes. I am cat; I stare I do not blink. I know what I see. They watch me, only I know.

agroshong says:
Thanks Taffy. I will finish the poem this morning...silly Picato wouldn't let me put the entire verse in last night and I was too tired. I appreciate all your kindness and I have learned a new appreciation for my Bandit due to comments like yours.

agroshong says:
I stare. I cannot hear my breath. I am a living statue--only looking, looking at, looking through. They cannot know what I see, if I breathe. My eyes stay wide open while I stare. I do not blink. I do not turn. I look straight ahead. What I see does not see me. ~Herbert Brokering from Prayers My Cats Have Taught Me