Last week's post, you met our beautiful feline princess, Anastasia. What I didn't tell you is, I have on my hands, a honkin' huge mancat hopelessly in love.
The Big Puss does everything he can to get her attention. He rolls on the floor, hoping his floof will cast that magical spell and melt her heart. I think just looking at him will make her sneeze.
In case that doesn't work, he poses with posies so he'll appeal to her softer, flower-loving side. Actually, she's a cat and posing with nip would probably work better.
The look-at-me-aren't-I-cute trick--those paws just itchin' to make some biscuits on a lady soft and furry!
He is hopelessly in love with our Anastasia and he shows it by showing off, plain and simple. Look at these 'tocks! Criminy, I spend all day grooming mine and I can't do a thing with them!
The poor soul is so infatuated that he's acting like a lovesick adolescent (he's 10), tearing through the rectory, trying to kiss her (nothing else, thank Cod) and she has to put him in his place.
Please, please don't breath a word to Puss, but she and I have given each other nose kisses..
I didn't wash my face for a week, but I'm a priest, so I have to keep myself in check. Besides, if Puss gets wind of this, he'll pulverize me to the size of a host.
Mom Julie says he reminds her of that lovesick boyfriend everybody tolerates, all reason right out the window, hearts streaming from his head and eyes pining for just one glance..
Poor Puss. I'll have to give him some words of advice.
If I can just get up the nerve!