Que Pasha?: July 2007

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?

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

But remember, I am instinctively programmed to make you my din-din

Why yes, I look good enough to eat

Monday, July 30, 2007

Feeling blurry

Friday, July 27, 2007

Softly resting

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Watching squirrels audition for cirque du rodentus con tailus

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Tailage Tremundo

Pasha in the sun

Thursday, July 19, 2007

I have something to say

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Relaxing after eating my toy

Monday, July 16, 2007

Feeling fuzzy

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

What did you say?

Sunday, July 8, 2007

I'm thinking

Friday, July 6, 2007

I can touch my tongue to my nose

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Anticipation

Kitty contemplates pumping iron

Monday, July 2, 2007

I nudge myself against a wall and make it my corner

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Nipped

They left me alone for two days and all they brought me back was this 'nip

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