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  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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January 07, 2012

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Might they be English? As for this, Jonathan looks happily absorbed, but that's one pissed off cat.

Your friend is a very wise person.
If Manon needs to look out some ground floor windows for a while (squirrels! birds! other cats! marmottes! skunks!), bring her over. The Mini has plenty to share.

Why, Dick, how did you guess?

Thanks Martine -- maybe Manon and the Mini should have a play date. Though it might be more entertaining for their human chaperones!

That cat has perfected the famous Steve Jobs stare. :)

Great photo! Like Dick said...

Great photo and I sympathize with the photo averse! I always look like a deer frozen in headlights when someone snaps.

I've definitely seen that look before, and it wasn't on a cat.

Frustration of being seated on all those fish, with none to eat or play with...

ah, I never knew that cats possessed such expressions until I witnessed one of own cats giving a vet a look that definitely translated as a feline 'F' word

My three have the run of the house and the green on which to hunt and roam, I think they have me well trained by now

Hey I attempted to e-mail you about this post that i have a few inquires but cant seem to achieve ...

We believe cats are here to protect us from an alien invasion. the aliens are very small. that's why you see cats sitting and staring at things invisible to us.
Yes, it's a cat planet.
"we'll be received in heaven as we treated cats on earth," Robert Heinlein
himself and I reading in bed with a cat each under our knees,purring.

Animals rule the roost. Jack the Russell has us entirely where he wants us. He's taken to an interesting way of getting my attention when I'm at the laptop or working at a table. He jumps up behind me, insinuates himself between me and the chair back, sits in the begging position and proceeds to gently stroke and knead my back with his front paws. You can only last out so long before turning to ask what it is that he wants, though often it's just some attention. A cuddle, a little eye-to-eye, a promise of a walk soon. His presence is constant, and the days would be not at all as nice without him.

Terrific photo. Manon is certainly muttering under her breath; maybe because Jonathan is otherwise engaged?

Yes, cats rule. At this very moment the Visiting Cat (Pushkin) is lying on the camp bed I'm temporarily using, happy to be here. But when I will tell him (much later tonight) that it's time to go back to his rightful home, he will stare at me and never explain what he's thinking.

Humph. On behalf of all the photo-averse of the world, might I say that if such a laser stare (preferably with temporary camera-fogging properties) could be acquired by diligent practice I would certainly attempt to cultivate it.

Cozy! I do miss cozy here in the tropics.

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