A ferocious beast visited my home! Full of fluff and insatiable curiosity.
She staked my condo as her own personal playground: on chair, over sofa, under bed. No corner left unexplored.
Two vassals to do her bidding: one welcoming, a middle aged tabby, the other, a young whipper-snapper of a forest cat, vigilant of her every move certain that she posed DANGER.
Miss Floof, so content in ruling a new realm, did not want to leave when her human requested it. Alas, she was forced, in an undignified manner into a conveyance known as a cat carrier.
Overall the humans were much delighted in this evening’s version of animal-vision.
Expect further installments from the chronicles of Camp Cat.