I like what I see & I see what I like … yes captain. And sure this cat is the king & the king still rules. Will always rule. Even when sitting on the window sill while the world outside stays cold & silent. But inside it’s fire. It’s glowing. It’s burning. And even that first Berlin snow of the year can’t keep the fire from burning’. All through the day. And all through the night.
It’s called rubbernecking. It’s called reigning. It’s called rock’n’roll. And it’s beautiful.
haha, ay, Fritsch, buddy, I went back home for Christmas and brought the cat along, and my father, The Ur-K, is a cat lover too and unfortunately his cat, Old Salicath Red, didn’t take too kindly to Silke so she was exiled to my old boyhood room where I first heard Howlin’ wolf and Dwight Yoakham,
and Silke said that’s rubberneckin’, baby, that’s rock’n’roll and man, it’s just beautiful…
(she’s got good taste!)
[oh, and Ur-K is crazy – he keeps cat feed in his pants pockets for an hour or two before feeding Old Red to make sure the cat doesn’t have to eat anything too cold 😀 ]