While working on the computer, I happened to notice Churchie peering out at me from inside an Albertson's shopping bag. The game of peek-a-boo continued for a while and then I just picked up the bag and carted Churchie around the house. He was one happy, contented (silly) kitty.
Church, the little Devil-Cat, makes himself at home on my VW Beetle. This car will be restored but now, it's a pile of junk. I hope he gets it out of his system now ...
Though we call the devil-cat "Church," we later came to regret that name. The perfect name would be "Flop," as the kitty just flops down to the ground with no notice whatsoever in search of a good rub. Or, at the very least, any attention at all. (Takes after his Daddy!)
Here, Church Coleman, the little devil-cat, sits with Linda's dad, Wilson Stewart. Of course, the cat has to have his own chair. And one with his last name on it. He's a little booger, that he is!
My friend, SteveMark, told me about the website catsinsinks.com, so I should have been forewarned. When walking into my writing studio the other day, I had an inspiration: catsinbowls.com!!! But I'll leave that for someone else to do. Here, Church, our Russian Blue devil-cat, cozes up in a large Tupperware bowl.
Church, the Russian Blue pussy cat, bathes right in front of God and everyone ... and while sitting on Linda's lap. If only I could get away with that ...
I don't know how he does it, but my little devil-cat can sure charm the pants off old ladies. Here, our beloved Aunt Kathryn, spoils the little devil-cat even more.
