Little Kitty Pats

Hi All,

So I'm typing for a few minutes when I feel two little feet pat
me on the side of the leg. It's my Persian rescue, Roxy, who is
reminding me again what time it is. It's not time for typing, that's
for sure. It's kitty play time.

"Daaaady, you're typing again! You're not playing peacock
feather with your little girl. Play feather nowwww. Daddy, nowwww!"

I've taken to calling her me "Little kitty pats" -- and this is
the little girl who didn't know what play was when she got here. She
knows now all right!

My sweet "Little kitty pats".

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Poke, poke, poke. That's what mine do (well with Pearl it's more poke, poke,
CHOMP) to get my attention. They won't come up right next to me whereever I
am sitting but rather juuuuuust off to the side and behind and then poke,
poke, poke. It's cute but it drives me nuts. Pearl stares until she is moved
to poking. More often as not if I don't get up RIGHT then, I am treated to a
(not very hard) bite. Kits. What can you do.

Karen

"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

So I'm typing for a few minutes when I feel two little feet pat
me on the side of the leg. It's my Persian rescue, Roxy, who is
reminding me again what time it is. It's not time for typing, that's
for sure. It's kitty play time.

"Daaaady, you're typing again! You're not playing peacock
feather with your little girl. Play feather nowwww. Daddy, nowwww!"

I've taken to calling her me "Little kitty pats" -- and this is
the little girl who didn't know what play was when she got here. She
knows now all right!

My sweet "Little kitty pats".

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Poke, poke, poke. That's what mine do (well with Pearl it's more poke, poke,
CHOMP) to get my attention. They won't come up right next to me whereever I
am sitting but rather juuuuuust off to the side and behind and then poke,
poke, poke. It's cute but it drives me nuts. Pearl stares until she is moved
to poking. More often as not if I don't get up RIGHT then, I am treated to a
(not very hard) bite. Kits. What can you do.

Karen

"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

So I'm typing for a few minutes when I feel two little feet pat
me on the side of the leg. It's my Persian rescue, Roxy, who is
reminding me again what time it is. It's not time for typing, that's
for sure. It's kitty play time.

"Daaaady, you're typing again! You're not playing peacock
feather with your little girl. Play feather nowwww. Daddy, nowwww!"

I've taken to calling her me "Little kitty pats" -- and this is
the little girl who didn't know what play was when she got here. She
knows now all right!

My sweet "Little kitty pats".

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Poke, poke, poke. That's what mine do (well with Pearl it's more poke, poke,
CHOMP) to get my attention. They won't come up right next to me whereever I
am sitting but rather juuuuuust off to the side and behind and then poke,
poke, poke. It's cute but it drives me nuts. Pearl stares until she is moved
to poking. More often as not if I don't get up RIGHT then, I am treated to a
(not very hard) bite. Kits. What can you do.

Karen

"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

So I'm typing for a few minutes when I feel two little feet pat
me on the side of the leg. It's my Persian rescue, Roxy, who is
reminding me again what time it is. It's not time for typing, that's
for sure. It's kitty play time.

"Daaaady, you're typing again! You're not playing peacock
feather with your little girl. Play feather nowwww. Daddy, nowwww!"

I've taken to calling her me "Little kitty pats" -- and this is
the little girl who didn't know what play was when she got here. She
knows now all right!

My sweet "Little kitty pats".

Regards and Purrs,
O J