My big head holds a big brain. I quickly grow bored of my toys.

Mommy always has to provide me with new, exciting objects to play with!

I like my squeaking mouse toy. I’ll jump in the air to catch it with two hands!

The mouse went inside the bag…

I’m going to stick my face into it until he comes out!

Where’s Basil Farrow?

Aha! There he is!

I like to sleep here because I blend right into the blanket.

I’m so well camouflaged that Mommy doesn’t even see me when she’s not wearing glasses!

Eeeeee!

PS: Basil Farrow, his grandma (Mia Farrow) and mommy (La Carmina) are featured in Mediabistro’s publishing industry blog Galleycat!

Tension… stretch…

Relaxation… flop! Merry Xmas everyone maooo maooo!

This is my pout-face. I learned it from my daddy.

I see bird-birds outside… I wish I could go outside.

But no matter how much I pout, Mommy won’t let me out the house. (Look at my sideways-pointing feet!)

Wait… wahh, there’s someone outside! He’s coming into the house…

Maybe when he opens the door, I can rush out!

A message from my mommy:

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Round face, round body, round paws that curve sideways!

When I sit on a shelf, it’s easy to mistake me for a stuffed plush toy.

I’m ready, whenever you want to play…

Mmm? What’s that noise?

It sounds like water. Where is it coming from?

Aha! A faucet! I’m thirsty.

Can’t… quite… reach…

Should I go against my kitty instincts… and dive in?

What’s that? Water!

It came from the bathroom tap…

But it tastes the same as my water bowl. Dap dap dap…

Look how sideways my big feet are! Maybe I’m related to Charlie Chaplin?

I don’t often get to stand on the bathroom table. (One foot up!)

What is that strange ticking noise? Is it coming from the floor? The cabinet?

Wahhh! It’s a chicken!

Is that… fabric on the floor? Wahhhh!

I run… jump… slide! Tail wagging in the air!

Wahh this is so much fun! (Look at how tiny my ears are.)

Ai-yah… I guess mommy won’t get any sewing done today.

Scottish Fold Haiku:

A gentleman cat
Always sits with his paws crossed.
Mmm mm. Mmm mmm mm.