Chatting about le chat

Those of you who love cats know that life is not complete without a purr. I look for mine first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The trouble is, Kitty O (just one of his names)has been bitten by the Spring bug, never mind that the Vet got to him before we could bring him home from the Animal Shelter. But the poor chap doesn't know he can't sow a thing. He also doesn't think he needs to restrict himself to his kind and has, what I like to call, an im-possum-able relationship with a rather large and ugly possum.

In other words, he can teach us all a thing or two. Who cares about looks and genus and species? Why not just love?