What do you mean are they real? Are you some sort of sicko?
All hail Thomasina, my mother's cat. I can't tell you if this was Thomasina the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or the new generation. Let's just say growing up, my mom always had a cat named Thomasina.
Gazing into each other's eyes. Eff puppy love, this is the real deal.
One of the furry creatures in this pic was a good Catholic. I won't name names.
They were together through black and white, to color.
All was fine and dandy until I was born. Thomasina started acting strangely. My mother sensed her jealousy and feared she would smother me to death in my crib. But before any action could be taken, Thomasina fled, probably to the hills to die of a broken heart. And then we discovered I was allergic and could never have indoor cats again. I would never know the love of a cat, the warm snuggle of the sweet clean creature that licks its own...paws.
dress- Salvation Army
shoes- Reflection 10 dollas on sale
belt- oops it fell
domino bracelet- I made it
Riddle me this:
What cat never ages?
Thanks for playing,