Monday, 9 June 2008


My youngest, in the truest sense of the phrase, has a pet rock. It is her kitty and she pets it and strokes it and says meow. It is very sweet.


Gaye said...

No wonder pet rocks were invented! Only now I see that one of my adorable grandchildren has reinvented the pet rock and taken it to a new level. Considering that she was deathly afraid of cats for some time and only recently made friends with Jake one of the infamous killing machines at our home on the creek, it is quite hilarious that the rock has a persona of a cat, OK kitty.

Mumuktu said...

Cute cute cute!

I can feel the love coming from that rock. No wonder there's a lot of hugging going on!