Hello, all you Big Beautiful Cats out there. This is going to be a lazy Saturday post *rumble-purr* moi hopes. Since she was up late utilizing her writer skills voraciously. The Kougaress has been particularly enchanted the past two days with the sun's demise on the prairie horizon. Pink, winter's pale soft pink, one of the Kougar's adored shades of pink, has been an immense sweeping band along the serene horizon. Luminous and delicately luscious this pink light, and just above another band of muted purple-blue in a contrast of perfection. Today there was a hint of peach in the frothy pale pink. Yes, a bow before Bast for Earth's never-ending beauty.
O, dear Big Kitties all, were it the Kougar's season of ball gowns and dancing until the chilly stroke of midnight, for most certainly, she would simply demand those excitingly lovely shades of pink be used in the design of her sumptuous silk gowns.
One dares to dream, even knowing the dream shall never be fulfilled during this life walk upon the Mother.
What do you dare dream?
And thus, the dream ends for two more of the American Title finalists on Monday. There shall be only four now competing for the ultimate gazelle-bounding prize. The Kougaress raises a sympathetic bow, she swishes a sympathetic tail for the two who will join her backstage. And she wishes them all the best meowing luck.
Winter pink kisses from the Kougar...
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