This isn't exactly how I wanted my first Whisker Hump Wednesday to go. Krap. But I think maybe Kismet would understand about how sometimes you lose a whiskie or two. Kismet, you were one of the very first blogs we ever visited and I totally learned how to be a mancat from you. Rest in peace, buddy. We'll never forget you.
Mom finds those around our house too. And then she came home the other day to discover someone chewed the whiskers off the gray foster kittens....
ReplyDeleteWhat, no pix of Hurl Greys Humps? One measly whisker, no hump? Well, whiskers are pretty special...around our house there are no whiskers or maybe a small crinkly one but we never find those...Kismet would be purroud of your whisker, we are sure!
ReplyDeleteNow you gets to make a wish! Kitty whiskers grant wishes. We always knew they were speshul. xoxo
ReplyDeleteA marvelous tribute to Kismet.
ReplyDeleteEven if there is no hump, that is a very fine whisker.
ReplyDeletethat is impressive!
ReplyDeleteThat's a pretty great whisker. Surely, Kismet would be pleased.
ReplyDeleteWe get our furs plucked all the time, do we now need to worry about whisker plucking too?
ReplyDeleteThat is one beautiful and long whisker.
Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning
Wow, EG! Is that all that is left of you?
ReplyDeleteYes, Kis was the original Mancat and we'll all miss him.
ReplyDeleteA floss or toothpick whiska?
ReplyDeleteBenny & Lily
Do the Beins keep yer whiskers? We have a little glass jar of them...
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