all creatures great and small

i read a lot of james herriot this summer. he seemed to nestle easily into my themes of the past few months - our trip to the UK; so much time spent at the vet with little b; injections and medications and force-feeding. so when bryan asked if i'd be interested in attending the santa monica cat show - well. the week had been so hellish what with little's surgery and an upcoming move (more on that later), i needed to see some friends and cats.

the first thing you should know about the santa monica cat show? it was tiki themed:



also? peeps are REALLY into their cats.









as the five of us stood there among the throng of cat-lovers, we asked ourselves - how do you judge a cat?

-by its length?


-by its reflexes and agility?


-by the smooshiness of its face?

no. in casa subliminalrabbit, we select for that special something - that elusive "cuteness factor" - that makes you want to snorgle your nose into a furry tummy. because as pretty as this my-little-pony-of-a-cat might be -


he ain't got nothin' on this -



p.s. - little b is recuperating. her surgery was long and tough and we don't know yet if it was successful. in the meantime, keep sending us those good thoughts our way and maybe her fur needn't be shaved yet again.