I've had a request for Kipper photos from some who think she does not get enough blog time and are worried about her well being.
So here she is, in her slightly slimmed down summer look, playing on one of her favorite toys.
Probably daydreaming about riding down the road, the wind in her hair, bugs in her teeth and snatching hapless birds right out of the air in an explosion of feathers. You know, the kinds of things serial killers dream about. I presume anyway, having no personal experience.
And food, of course. Always thinking about food.
Food and murder...what more could a cat want?