Neighbor, as many of our Esteemed Readers know, is the Mistress of Sarcasm’s kitty. Dark black with beautiful green eyes, and a purr that sounds like the wheels came off a freight train. Carrying live pigs. On a downgrade.
OK, so her purr sounds a bit...unnerving. But she is sweet, and we enjoyed visiting with her (and the Mistress) this week.
Here are some of Neighbor’s favorite neighborhoods:
The stairs.
The rug.
The table.
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