Sunday Cat Blogging and Random Operatic Observations

Bowing to popular pressure, a few photos of the little kitty, Cleopatra.

Cleo answers the timeless question, "Why don't you see more cats bowling?"

Why, the fall asleep mid-throw.

And then after a long day of bowling napping, you need to nap on the rocking chair.

That knitted wrap used to be on the back of the rocking chair, but after the fourth time of Cleo climbing up and having it all come crashing down on her, we just left it on the seat. She likes to nap wrapped up in it. And yes, it may look like she's playing, but she's fast asleep in that position.

The child ain't right.

And then watching opera on PBS this afternoon it all comes rushing back to me. In opera or the plays of Shakespeare, you just can't trust the clergy. Most people end up dead in one form or another when they take their advice.