Vintage Cats

Rather than blog about the weather or the Dodgers, I thought I'd use my creative energies to discuss another hot topic: my animal allergies esp. to cats.

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?

Hello Kitty!

Thanks for playing,

LaSophia

achoooo