The Cat's Whiskers

Now that they have a second home all the way up in Friesland, Chick's whiskers are getting longer and longer. Chucky no longer cuts them off - he has better things to do, like chase butterflies, mosquito's, mice, birds, chicken, frogs, even mice. His sister's whiskers have benefited enormously.


On this picture, taken about one year ago, she still had a short, Adolf-esque mustache, kept short by Chucky when they were sleeping together. Partly out of boredom, I think, and partly because short hairs prickle more than long ones. As anyone can confirm who has ever kissed a man (or woman) with a five o'clock shadow.