Warm kitty
Soft kitty
Little ball of fur
Sleepy kitty
Happy kitty
Purr, purr, purr
Felicity is fascinated by this song (the original Playschool version only) – not the meows, but the piano and bells and the fake purring sounds. She comes and sits by the computer and pokes her nose at the speaker.
,Awwww, what a sweetie.
Mirrored kitty does not feature in the song, sadly…
I really want to rub her belly. Could I?
I’m afraid belly rubs aren’t one of Felicities benefits. She will occasionally let me (and no one else) pet her tummy when she is sleeping and has it exposed, but not go so far as to rub it. Anyone else would get an armful of claws.
Good thing I asked, then!
There is nothing like a Felicity post! We are really here for the clothes, but forget them, your cat is a star! Oh, those little pink jelly bean toes!
I love her toes – the little tufts of fur coming out from between them are just too cute. I wish you could meet Felicity!
Kitties are just too cute. Especially Felicity – such magnificent fluff. And delicately contorted poses.
Don’t let the jelly bean toes fool you, for at the end of them are pointy instruments of death!
Aha! I know what this post was about. It was part of a cunning Dreamstress plot to have all your fans wandering round humming, “Warm kitty”! There I was, slicing onions, singing, “Warm kitty, soft kitty…” Sniff. Wipe eyes with back of hand. ” … happy kitty.” It’s an earworm! If I wasn’t such a kind and forgiving woman I would suggest you look up “Nellie the Elephant” on YouTube. Two can play at this earworm business, young Dreamstress!
There is so much adorableness in this post!!!
when I see sweet little girl kitties behaving it makes me realise waht a violent little thug my lovely boycat really is, and I miss his predecessor, miss pickle.
mine is fascinated by an album called the secret language of birds – for obvious reasons
I couldn’t confess to my purry, furry girlies that I had been cheating on them with another. My cuddles with Miss Fissy were well worth a trip to Wellington (and the vintage sewing weekend was too of course.)
I don’t know how you get any work done with such a cute little ball of fur to distract you.
I couldn’t confess to my purry, furry girlies that I had been cheating on them with another. My cuddles with Miss Fissy were well worth a trip to Wellington (and the vintage sewing weekend was too of course.)
I don’t know how you get any work done with such a cute little ball of fur to distract you.