This afternoon, being a horrible cold one, we watched a film. Unfortunately it ran over the time when the gang of 5 get their tea, so Polly decided to draw attention to her herself by sitting on the mantlepiece.
She sat herself down right next to Bast.
The cat in the last picture on the hearth is Hector a china cat that has been with us for years and cost 16 shillings, that's how old he is.
What a sweetie! Or is that a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth look while she's planning mischief?
ReplyDeleteI hope you got up immediately, apologised and went straight to get them tea? :o) Ma rang yesterday to say she's just been adopted by a very friendly, sleek boy cat who sits on the hay bales in her stables and meows at her! xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a diva!
ReplyDeleteShe looks so elegant, I hope you didn't make her wait much longer xx
ReplyDeletePolly is just gorgeous! Is she purebred?
ReplyDeleteWay to go ,Polly! I knock stuff on the floor when I want something!
ReplyDeleteLove Fleur (Jane is my Mummy) xxxxx
Way to go ,Polly! I knock stuff on the floor when I want something!
ReplyDeleteLove Fleur (Jane is my Mummy) xxxxx
She knew you would post photos on your blog, thus expanding her circle of admirers. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely fireplace!
Dropping hints was she?
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So funny!! What a beautiful cat she is. xx
ReplyDeleteYour cat is where she knows she should be, front & center on the mantle. After all, she is most important !
ReplyDeleteI wish I could fit my butt on that narrow ledge and also have the ability to stay there without falling PLUS looking simply elegant while doing it. i can relate to the movie going past tea time, every day at 4:30 i walk to the kitchen to start dinner.. if for some reason I don't... both dogs come and get in my face and stare
ReplyDeleteShe is beautiful! I love the way they look (stare) at you UNTIL you get up and feed them lol!
ReplyDeleteShe is beautiful! I love the way they look (stare) at you UNTIL you get up and feed them lol!
ReplyDeleteOur cats also expect 'TEA' late in the afternoon--a habit which began when we lived in Wyoming and I came home about 5 or 6 from the quilt shop. Of course I was mobbed by cats as I came in the door. I always said, "Let me have my tea'--as their treat of canned food was dished out immediately I had a mug of tea brewing they came to associate that word. We don't dare say it in their hearing--or they think they should have TEA twice a day.
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