Now I remember why we call her Dickens

She’s a stripy, squeaky terror!

She feels much better, and is therefore taking it out on all the other cats. Not maliciously, mind you, but with a sort of body-slamming glee that only a quadruped can manage.

I swear, that cat grins at me.

And now that I think about it, her resemblance to a certain cat of Cheshire isn’t just superficial.

One thought on “Now I remember why we call her Dickens”

  1. Thanks for the update. “Body-slamming glee”–great image. I know exactly what you’re talking about.

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