March 13, 2009

I'm not superstitious, but...

Isn't it bad enough that I have to tip-toe my way through yet another Friday the 13th in a span of 28 days?? 

I also have to deal with this creature crossing my path, back and forth, back and forth, a dozen times a day:
The cat Bastet
Meet The Cat Bastet.  Not just Bastet. Her full name is: The Cat Bastet.

(I highly recommend that you read Elizabeth Peters - the Amelia Peabody Series to really enjoy the reference, but that's not important right now.)

I'm not genuinely superstitious, but I think that I'll be staying in bed for the rest of the day. 

Porsi las moscas.  ;-)


"Most small boys are barbarians. It is a wonder any of them live to grow up."
                                                                          ~ Amelia Peabody

Mar 13, 2009 12:19:26 AM | Books, Silly Things

5 Comments

Adriana

He or she is ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mine's got enough white on her body to not be worried; however she has taken your advice and decided to stay in bed, literally, and on my side to boot!

Posted by: Adriana | March 13, 2009 at 07:11 AM

Marta M. Darby

It's a She. ;-)

Posted by: Marta M. Darby | March 13, 2009 at 08:33 AM

Adriana

Even MORE adorable ;-)

Posted by: Adriana | March 13, 2009 at 09:02 AM

Ileana

"Porsi las moscas." -- In case of flies??? Bwa-ha-ha-ha. My mom says that all the time. We are a colorful people with our expressions, aren't we? :-D

Posted by: Ileana | March 13, 2009 at 01:44 PM

Dutchess Wobblebottom

Awww...
I miss my evil black furball!!

Posted by: Dutchess Wobblebottom | March 13, 2009 at 05:36 PM

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