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Photo Scavenger Hunt--Plush

This week's subject is Plush. For years I have had this strange longing to bury my face in the mane of a lion--if only I could find a friendly, clean one that hasn't just pulled his head out of the carcass of a water buffalo. Until then, my Tabby cat Tiger will do. His fur is as thick and soft as any known substance, and on a chilly early Saturday, it has the feel of comfort. It's plush.

When people stop by my house for a visit, they always make a point to hold Tiger because he literally hugs everyone. People always say, "if everyone had a cat like this to hold onto at the end of the day, there would be no wars."

Comments

dive said…
Tiger looks gorgeous (as does Mike).

I'll leave Mr. K. to use the P word and probably post one of my cat too, as I cannot think of anything else plush …
7:47 AM
Scout said…
I hate the P word, which will probably prompt Mr K to use it. And yes, Tiger is gorgeous with his golden eyes that match his fur.

Post your cat.
8:02 AM
dive said…
Done.
8:16 AM
Mama Duck said…
Oh, beautiful cat!!
8:57 AM
ChupieandJ'smama (Janeen) said…
The cat does look very plush! Great photo:)
9:06 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I'm a Dog person myself. Cats make me itchy.
11:37 AM
Old Knudsen said…
The P word? I'm proud to be a Papal hating black hearted Protestant of the Presbyterian Flavour.
6:28 PM
Old Knudsen said…
Oh and nice Pussy.
6:29 PM
Anonymous said…
Of all the Plushthings in the world, he's my favorite...

(Prince Michael Pants, of course, takes the cake in the Snorty-Greasy-Smelly-Rat-Infestedthings category.)
10:51 PM
Scout said…
Rich, dog are just as lovely, but I don't have one to take a picture of. So cats it is.

Old Knudsen, we set that one up nicely for you, don't you think?

#1, he's The Baaaaby. He'll be waiting by the ki-ki-kitchen door for you on Wednesday.
8:34 AM
Anonymous said…
I miss Tiger...
10:58 AM
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