a kitten and her blowfish

thursday, february 7, 2001

The first time I clapped eyes on Snooples, she was halfway through the turnstile. So to speak.

Now she has her very own blowfish.

Snooples loves her blowfish. She embraces the rubbery puffer; rolls him around like a beach ball. When she's weary of playing, she combs her cheek fur on his spines.

She has named her blowfish. She pronounces his name with a squeaky little whiskey-and-cigarettes voice. He is Rat Cook.

Image: Snooples and her Blowfish