It is my turn this week. I am Büsi. My owners bought me, fairly shabby through a hawker where I lived near the roadside. Amidst of exhaust gases. Now, I live in the kitchen, on the fridge and watch its door. From time to time I sit on the window sill and smell the wonderful odour from the rosemary and parsley pots. Sorry, it is time to return on the fridge. The impudent cats from the living room despoil the fridge.
This weekend cat blogging is hosted by the The House of the (mostly) Black Cats.