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Magazine photograph touchups, here’s some solid mouseover proof. [caterina]

Bloggers block on Doonesbury.

Have I sidebared the Blogaholic Quiz before? I don’t think so.

Peche is her name, as I’ve mentioned before. We haven’t really adopted her because she looks well-fed and we can only assume that means she is already someone else’s pet, either that or the whole neighbourhood is feeding her, like we are, sneaking handfulls of kitty kibble when our own cats aren’t looking and filling old bowls full of water and leaving them out for her to quench her thirst on. Lord knows, this neighbourhood is full of cats and cat owners, we all have access to kitty kibble and Peche is practically angelic, who could help but get taken by her fuzzy kitten-ness and tiny mew?

She is an intrepid little thing, fearless really, she bolts up the tree in our neighbour’s backyard, chasing impetuous squirrels all the way up. And no getting caught high up in the tree and needing a fireman-rescue, oh no, not for our Peche. Once her interest in the squirrel has waned, she rests for a few moments in the highest branches of this very old, very tall maple tree and then shimmies her way down without missing a beat. All those leaps and fearless bounds on thin kitten legs, it’s like watching those monkeys that swing in trees in the African Sahara on the Discovery Channel. Sometimes she gets us a little worried because the squirrels don’t often stop in the tress but instead use them to get to the hydro lines above and run across those to get to the next tree, which is often across the road, and Peche, not knowing better, hankers after them, obviously assuming that she too can conquer the hydro line, if the squirrels can why can’t she? And she probably could, she just hasn’t tried yet.

She’s a jumbled mix of grey and white and peachy hues, and if I could take her picture, I would, she’s just such a restless soul, all affectionate and chatty one minute, and the next chasing after two dobermans on leashes, being walked by their owner who scratches his head and chuckles at this tiny creature, so chockful of moxie, who thinks she can take on big dogs with her fierce hiss and ferocious kitten claws all the while weaving through his legs, just looking for love.