Friday, January 13, 2006

Cute, but not to be trusted.


She is the huntress, Diana, territorial and fearless. She is as fast as a freak. She is the stealer of lamb shanks and the attacker of toothbrushes. She is long, lean and athletic. She is as quiet as night and as still as a stone. She is as graceful as a gazelle and as alert as meercat. She cannot be trusted. She is the scavenger gourmet and a thief of butter.

She could not be done without.

2 comments:

JahTeh said...

I keep coming back to this. It's the most beautiful portrait of a cat I have ever seen. Just gorgeous.

Gay Curmudgeon said...

Your compliment is all the more gracious in light of the sad loss of good Lord Greystoke.

She looks up because souls fly upwards. She is our baby, an evil wench and the beat and beloved of my heart. Strangely, this is the least revealing of her likenesses.

~GC