Que Pasha?: September 2007

barn cat in Oceana County, MI

About Pasha

Hi, I'm Pasha Pawnder. When my keepers adopted me they thought I was a boy and named me Pablo Pawnder. I was so fluffy, even as a kitty, that it really was hard to tell if I was a girl kitty or boy kitty. Good thing the vet figured things out and got me fixed up so I don't have to worry about having kittens. One of me is enough! And besides, I am the magnificent Pasha. I can't have cute little mewing kitties drawing attention away from my beauty. I pretty much have my keepers trained. Occasionally they don't behave but I have a way of getting them back in line. They call it the "Pasha is dying" routine, I call it effective use of high pitched whining--or, as the British would write, whingeing. Follow my trials and tribulations as I (sigh) pose and pose for my camera crazed keepers. And send me fan mail. I can't get enough adulation. Thanks, purrs and kisses.

Que Pasha?

Monday, September 24, 2007

hanging in the shadows

Sunday, September 23, 2007

gangsta kitty, hiding in plain sight

Friday, September 21, 2007

with a face like this...

in the presence of greatness

cat and god face off

Sunday, September 16, 2007

I keep my ladylike paws crossed at all times

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Borg-like visage

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Seen in St Paul: Cookie's cat shoes

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Endlessly watching squirrels gather nuts

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Amber kitty in the emerald forest

Pasha Golden Eyes Pawnders Life

Get fuzzy

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Swimming kitty

Friday, September 7, 2007

Look, I have eight toes

Rival barn cats ready to rumble with me

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

A dust mote.... how exciting

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Let me out... I want to eat that bird.

Lick, lick. Chomp. MMmm, rubber plant yummy.

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