It's me, Caroline!
Is it close to dinnertime? Because even though I'll turn up my nose at it, I still want to scream for it!
And if there's something stupid on the menu, I'll scream about that too!
Actually, I just have a lot of screaming to catch up on.
Well scream on. That's what Wednesday is for isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWe sceam for ice cream (or maybe just warm milk or catnip)
ReplyDeleteScream on, Beautiful! That's what divas are for.
ReplyDeletelet them have it Caroline!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to hear from you, Caroline!
ReplyDeleteSweet Caroline, you look mighty sweet waiting fur din-din.
ReplyDeletexoxo Kassey
Hee hee, make sure they know you're there baby! Use those lungs!
ReplyDeleteI don't scream like you do, but I keep asking for my dinner, even after I have turned my nose up at it. We are cats, after all.
ReplyDeleteGo Caroline go! Scream to the heavens. Let your desires be known. :) It's hump day.. getting closer to the weekend every minute!
ReplyDeleteOh Miss Caroline, How I have been longing to see you! I dared not hope for such a wondrous photo of your lustrous blue eyes and silky soft furs...I am feeling the vapors coming upon me (yes, I know it's only Victorian Ladies who had the vapors, but the Victorian men had not yet beleld YOU, my dear girl!) XOXOXO
ReplyDeleteCaroline, you is so pretty, we won't even notice the screaming. xoxo
ReplyDeleteOh yes, screaming is VERY impawtant. Scream away.
ReplyDeleteHow pretty you are Caroline! You are waiting so nicely for your food....but the screaming had yet to begin when this photo was taken, eh?
ReplyDeleteCaroline, you obviously got plenty of Siamese genes to go with those blue eyes :)
ReplyDeleteIt may be all about the tiny boy but that Caroline is as about as exquisite as it gets.
ReplyDeleteWilliam, don't get your fur in a twist. A house without a black cat is just empty.
ReplyDeleteScream away, sweet Caroline..!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Tom