Marlynn matures and dances on the nerves
I thought we had plenty of time to get Marlynn to the vet. After all, we’d only found her in June, and she didn’t seem to be all that old. Wrongo. She’s reached the full bloom of maturity. Evidence to support that statement? She’s sliding and gliding in the feline version of the Dance of the Seven Veils. Not that she wears any veils, just some decorative stripes. The temptations of yarn, string and cat treat last only a few minutes, and she’s back on stage – Gypsy Rose Lee without the fans.