my tiny fluffy killer
The Professional Kitten, Zelda, is like the Kylie Minogue of the Feline World - an eensy pixie of almost unbearable cuteness. Her lush, fluffy, squrrel-like tail sends me into paraxysms of delight. I cannot stop myself from fondling her teeny silky ears. The fact that she can almost still fit in my hand makes me swoon. In fact the urge to pick her up and put her in my pocket is well-night irresistible. Half of her volume is due to her extra long coat and she weighs about 5 lbs on a fat day.
And yet this exercise in Weeness has the fine-tuned and absolute commitment to killing of a T-X. Not content with terrorising the garden's populations of bees, snails, frogs and mice yesterday she brought down a pigeon - a creature roughly half her body size AND equipped with wings. I was impressed and apalled in equal measure.
And yet this exercise in Weeness has the fine-tuned and absolute commitment to killing of a T-X. Not content with terrorising the garden's populations of bees, snails, frogs and mice yesterday she brought down a pigeon - a creature roughly half her body size AND equipped with wings. I was impressed and apalled in equal measure.