DANI PRESENTS 'ANGELS IN 3-D'

Dani was out on the front porch mewsing about her relatives who had come before.  She had actually met Dylan, but he was soon gone, as well.

Collectively, they were called the 3-D Cats; Domino was the smallest but most dominant; Dylan tentative but ultimately friendly, and Dante was the behemoth of the group, but the gentlest as well.

Domino liked to keep in touch with efurryone.  You wouldn't be surprised to see her inside your house if you had a pet door, or waiting for you in your car if you left the trunk temporarily ajar.  She owned it all -- even the street in front of our house.  She would lie in the middle of the road sometimes, and make the oncoming car slow down and go around her.  I don't know how she avoided being hit.  It must have been due to her powerful forcefield!  Fierce was she.

Dylan was a scaredy-cat who often had a look of alarm on his face, topped off with wonky ears pointed in polarized positions.  I was fortunate, here, to catch him in a yawn coinciding with one of his panic attacks.

The result was a happy happenstance right down to the unforeseen 'lime light' element in the background, positioned precisely over the middle of his head.  What joy!  Dylan had finally found the limelight he had so fervently PURRsued.  This picture is a triumphant tribute to him.

Dante was a presence you couldn't ignore, largely due to his gargantuan dimensions combined with his eternal winsomeness.  But then he was just being true to his breeding in looks and in disposition (this position was one of his finest, by the way).  He was a true gentle giant, as are most of his PURRsuasion -- Maine Coons, that is.  There was not a mean bone in his body.  Of course with his copious coat of fur, none of his bones were discernible, anyway. 

Dante was a loyal subject to Domino, and the bestest bestie to Dylan, not to mention a plush and pleasing pet to his proud parents.

So, if you're in the vicinity and a butterfly flutters by, it's very likely a 3-D Angel crossing your path.  Take a moment to drink in its heavenly 'sent' and the spirit which it begets.  Get it?  Good.

"On borrowed wings, I catch da wind beneath me"  says Dani.