Cat Power — a Melodic Magic Pussycat Tale

A Pussy Cat Tale

Lady Donga Diaries

Words & Pictures — Lady Donga

Meow 27

Seaspray D’s breath smelled like squid brand fish sauce; echoes of the Thai stir fry meal he had cooked himself for dinner the night before.

Yes, Marvelous Medium Mag readers, we cats love fish — so curled up beside my adopted human while he snored fish sauce breath at me was my kind of heaven.

Much better than the snoring going on at the other end of his anatomy — smells not dissimilar to the baked bean odour of a leaky gas cylinder.

However, I do enjoy smelling his toes while he sleeps.

Don’t worry dear readers — his feet were clean — I just enjoy the sweet fragrance of diabetic glucose overload emanating from his toes — for an early morning desert!

With desert done — it was time to explore the loungeroom.

But hey, Seaspray D left the bathroom door open.

A sliver of light cast through a slightly open window onto the bathroom mirror.

A waxing gibbous moon hung high in the sky.

Great! An opportunity to gaze admiringly at my fabulous feline self in the mirror! “You are the greatest,” my likeness…