I used to catch her, curled up for a snooze in my centerpiece bowl (Beli is bowling, I would say), as though she hadn’t a care in the world.
And perhaps she didn’t have a care.
But what she *did* have, was cancer.
And in that particular catfight…
Kitty lost. 🙁
Sometimes good pussy gets a bad rap.
Sometimes you can’t win for losing.
And sometimes, when the cards are stacked against you, the best thing to do…
…is go bowling. 😉