Tonight we lost sweet Wylie ~ photos

Tonight massive kidney failure suddenly took away our sweet Wylie, Sir Wylie of Wyles, Earl of Ashencoat. With no prior symptoms it's been a big shock and everyone here is devastated including a 3-year-old young lady who is very upset.

Naturally she doesn't understand what it means to never again see shy Wylie snoozin' around the house in his favorite spots with neck ruffery fluffed out like a regal Lion King. It will be a difficult and ongoing lesson for her.

Yes, Wylie was the most unassuming of kitty cats, one of the mildest yet beautiful felines you'd ever want to meet, and he will be much missed.

Sir Wyles never had a bad meow to say about anyone. Ever.

So RIP, Wyles. You did your kitty work well.

Too much play tires out a baby Wylie!

The Cats of Somali

Here you see a photo of Princess Grace licking her chops at the thought of Mr. A. Cat sending along a new limerick this very day which relates to current events in the news.

The brief verse concerns difficult subject matter so I balked at typing it for you, but now Lim, my erstwhile furry companion and chef of delicious fish dishes is doing his own brand of balking (very effectively, too) - he's refusing to prepare my din-din this evening if I don't comply with Mr. A.'s limericking orders of the day.

So let's splash right in...ready?


Ahoy from the cats of Somali
as pirates a little too jolly
yo ho and a gun
big ships on the run
until they must pay ransom's folly.

Mr. A. Cat, Esq. 4.11.09