Move on. Sometimes Mr. Bowie feels the need to move on. So he packs a bag and moves on. Moves on.
Somewhere, someone’s calling him… Can’t forget you. Can’t forget you.
Move on. Sometimes Mr. Bowie feels the need to move on. So he packs a bag and moves on. Moves on.
Somewhere, someone’s calling him… Can’t forget you. Can’t forget you.
Mr. Bowie travels with fewer bags than I expected!
You should see the taxi cab waiting outside…
Litter box bag, brush bag, treat bag, food bag, cat tree bag…..
You got the picture…
OMG!
I have a cat identical to yours. A large male chartreux with big cheeks. They are adorable. I love your posts. Micheline
Thanks Micheline! Love hanging around your blog too.
It”s rather nice to find people who become part of a little circle.
Thank you very much for writing.
My best regards,
Micheline
You’re welcome, Micheline.
Nice suitcase Mr. Bowie….but you’re not allowed to go go anywhere – oh no – we NEED you around here. However, iff it’s temporary sanctuary you need, you’re welcome to bring that “zen/calm” you’re known for with you for a visit in Virginia with us…..it’s not the Hotel California but it’s the next best thing. Maybe……..
Pam
Can we check out any time we like…??
LOL! Say it isn’t so… Mr Bowie gone with the wind *Weeps*. There’s plenty of chocolate catnip at my place, will you be my Valentine ya fluffy stud?
♥♥♥
Watch out! Chocolate is MY magic word…
You better not be running away Mr. Bowie. You would be missed way too much. Happy Valentine’s Day. Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Josette
I fear that the Pawparrazzi are after Mr. Bowie…Herman I hope you have tightened security around the perimeter! (Somehow I pictured Bowie with a faux aligator set of bags…)
The alligator bags were already in the car…
It is a wonderful photo! Mr. Bowie you are an inspiration to us all.
Thank you François!
Okay…but who will be carrying the bag?
I’m carrying the bags… Who else…??
I can’t forget you too Mr. Bowie… come… come to me…
Now I know where to look for him…
Mr Bowie, don’t go too far!
He better not go anywhere! Once we’re addicted, we need our daily fix of Bowie.
Me too!!
Love, love, love the photo!
Now that we’ve been lured into the den, we aren’t going to let go easily!
Ha ha ha… I’ll keep that in mind!
Well Dorothy had fancy red shoes but you have a fabulous red bag so follow the yellow brick road my friend, then click paws twice to come home.
Don’t worry Boomdee. I got the transporter device locked on him…
Energize!
OH NO !! Mr. Bowie’s gone…!!
Stardate: 1312.4
“Red Alert, all hands, RED ALERT!!!!”
“Mr Spock! Analysis?”
“I believe reverse thrusters at 2.06935 power will bring Mr Bowie back Captain”.
“Quick Scotty!!!!” “we….can’t…lose…Bowie”! (say it like James T) “Thrusters full reverse, 2.06935″ “Now Scotty! Now!”
(Captain James T smiles smugly) “Glad to have you back, Mr Bowie”
Whew, that was as close as a white rabbit in the Omicron Delta system.
I always love stories with a happy ending…
Great comment! Thanks Boomdee…
Thanks Boomdee!
They ask for going away… and they come back… five minutes later!
On est trop bien chez soi!
Perhaps it’s that elusive pillow lady.
Oh no!! Not the blond pillow thief… I thought she was coming after me…
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Come back soon Mr Bowie.
Well, he’s already back…
Mr. Bowie looks hulk-like in this photo! Makes me smile.
I always knew there was something wrong with Mr. Bowie…
What a gorgeous cat! I am just discovering Mr. Bowie and I am going to follow him, just in case he gets lost and I can snatch it
Welcome on HoB! Thank you for following the blog. Bowie says “Meow!”
If he get lost, I know where to look…
Mr Bowie, I would love to rub gently behind your ears. Stroke that lovely gray through, and kiss the top of your adorable head. In short,Mr Bowie, I’ve fall head of heels in love with you. However, I rather suspect I am a the end of a very long line of adoring people. Purr Purr Purr. Virginia
My dear Virginia, I can’t promise you anything but you could try to bribe me with a delicious chocolate cake…
Well, I’m not one for bribing but for a long purr I could be convinced to make chocolate cake. V.
Okay, it’s a deal!
It’s your throat I would stroke until you purred. I’ve stopped stoking throughs. V.
Mr Bowie is some beautiful cat. Pumpkin and Tigger here agrees.
Thank you Hermann. Welcome on HoB!