A family of feline squatters has moved into a foreclosed home in Lake Elsinore. Residents of the Tuscany Hills development first noticed the bobcats about a week ago. Article here.
Thanks to Susan, who knowing we share a love of cats forwarded me the link.
I rarely post more than once a day and when I do it seems prior posts get neglected. So please do check out the quote I posted earlier today. I love it even if I am biased.
I didn’t know it was a cult, but this is one cult I approve of. Consider me a card carrying member.
On a lighter side, Gianna , you and your two girls inspired me to this blog entry.
http://ifyouregoingthoughhellkeepgoing.blogspot.com/2008/09/cat-fix-for-month.html
welcome to the cult…I hope you don’t escape alive (meaning that you remain the happy companion to a cat for the rest of your life!)
🙂
Sweet picture. By coincidence I got my first cat this Saturday. I’ve discovered by interacting with friends and strangers that I have unknowingly joined a cult.
Ana,
I have no requirement that you be a cat person!! it’s okay!! if you like tigers see here:
http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com/2008/06/08/the-tiger-temple/
PS: I like tigers! Does it help?
And I alway play with cats at the street. I love them at the street!
Am I forgiven?
Beautiful photo.
I’m a dog person. 🙁
Susan is trying hard to convince me to turn into a cat person.
This week I saw a white dog on my street that I’d never saw before. He looked like a albino collie mixed with something.
A asked the owner:
“-It’s a wolf.” she said calmly.
He was so beautiful!
But I’ll try harder.
Oh, those are so precious! I want one. Seriously, I do.
I want to snuggle with the tigers!!
Thank you for the shout out Gianna.
I think the cats look so handsome on top of that ledge, like a live
Spinx.
But I think I would rather touch the tigers than touch the bobcats.
this is totally awesome, isn’t it? i love this story. and i love that, for ONCE, the police used their brains and left the nice critters alone!
and i do love the quote below. our representations of the world — and of ourselves, and of each other, and of everything — are always just that, representations, and we must remember they are always, always temporary.