Picture of a cake oozing lemon and sugar for those who don’t like cats but like cake…I haven’t got anything for the rest of you.
A quiet still hour, with Molly sitting on my lap, has given rise to a Professor Higgins moment. It has made me wonder why a person can’t be more like a cat. I should make it clear that I am not referring to the mice eating, shit hiding, tree climbing or furniture destruction capabilities, nor to the inconvenience of appearing nine times in the Dispatched section of The Times, but to the calm and the well being that their close presence can instill in us. Should one dislike cats, now is the time to look at the cake. Self gratification is the zeitgeist yet, in comparison with our feline counterparts, we humans have but scratched the surface of this mother lode of sensuality. It may well be that they are more easily satisfied or, conversely, that we humans are never satisfied and are not even sure where satisfaction lies which search is manifested by countless fingers tirelessly stroking, flicking and probing at screens, keyboards and other more sensitive regions in the hope of finding a nugget of this elusive commodity that will not turn to dust after a moment’s scrutiny which disappointment only leads those fingers and minds onward like determined yet purposeless ants.
I like kitties and lemon cake:)
We’re the lucky ones…:)
You have excelled tonight Roger. Nice to wander off to sleep with the dregs of a wine on the bedside table and that last sentence swimming in my head.
Cheers, Francesca, sleep well:)
I’d be quite content with that cake on my lap, and only slightly put-off if it purred.
I hadn’t thought of purring cake which is a shame as it’s a brilliant concept…many thanks, Misky:)
You may never looks at your cat the same again…
I just hope I don’t cover the poor chap in icing by mistake:)
(snort)
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Nice pussy… sorry, I mean cake! 🙂
Acute Angina:)
Ha ha – I thought I was suffering from Tourette’s 🙂
Nothing wrong with that….f..k, c..t,bo..cks!….I had trouble putting in the dots then, I kept writing the words as per usual:)
ROFL 🙂
Cursed with a cat allergy. Comfort from small, furry, devoted dog in lap. And large slice of that cake.
We have family members with that allergy too….but then I have allergies to family members too:)
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I would love to be cat, but I don’t think I could give up alcohol.
So that’s what made me continually fall out of trees and eat my food from a bowl on the floor in my attempts to be a cat 🙂
I like cake. I have little time for cats and, if I am reading you right, I should not be seeking comfort reading this either. Damn!
I can excuse this bit of screen and keyboard probing, Conor:)
Love cats and cake….but especially your cake!
The famous Cattenberg Cake:)
I’ll stick with the cake…. Might stick to it, too, by the looks of it
I’d run out of icing sugar so I just pounded caster sugar until it resembled icing sugar….and it was very fragile and sticky but intensely lemony sweet:)
I can taste it in my imagination!
It’s certainly less fattening that way:)
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Puss, puss, puss, puss! I am on a lemony streak too at the moment.. everything has lemon in it – You know I especially like chicken roasted with lemon and rosemary, maybe I will make that for dinner! c
Greek lemon roasted potatoes are a good thing too:)
Oh My! I have not tried those! That will be put to rights immediately – is it the zest you use? Never mind – I will ask Mr Google! Thank you.
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🙀😽 The cat or the cake? Lady or the Tiger? I’m hungry so I’ll go for the cake, luscious looking photo.
I like the little cat icons…but the cake’s a good choice:)