Kitty Cat Tea Party
The table cloth was hand embroidered by Grandma Deane. Notice the lovely kittens!
You will notice our favorite tea pot was in attendance, flanked by her two blue kitty creamers. As everyone knows, you never can have enough cream in your catnip tea!
We each chose our own favorite tea cups to adorn the table.
And as you can see, CATNIP, fresh from the garden!!!
Timmy, the Timid. was first to inspect the delights of our table, but as you will soon learn, the poor boy does not have the nose, nor the palate to have a gourmand's appreciation of catnip, neither straight, dried, nor as liquid refreshment.
He is strange that way. Don't you think?
Whoever heard of a cat that does not enjoy partaking of catnip, especially when fresh from one's own garden?
Nor, because of his awkward shyness, did he care to partake of our company.
A travesty, I say! Oh, what a queen has to put up with these days! Our youth have no manners!
Therefore he left the tea party early and took his cream privately as he is wont to do. Poor boy!
Perhaps, being a gangly boy cat, he is too young for such goings on.
Though you would never know he is still a kit from the size of him!
He towers over us all! We are sure you can tell just by looking at the picture. Yes?
As he grows older and gains some social graces, we are quite sure he will develop into a quality gentlemanly cat of breeding.
My Liege, the dark and handsome, Ninja, there on the left in the picture.
Our little Princess Buffy, the Bampire Flayer, on the right.
She is growing up so fast. Don't you think? Hardly a kitten anymore. And such good manners. Just look at her dainty little cup. She took such lady like little sips
And of course, your Royal Highness, Moi.