This post is completely unrelated to food…I just wanted to share my little ball of adorableness who likes to get into a whole mess of trouble, here she is in the middle of mom’s apron sewing project:
Tagliatelle
Yes, I named her after pasta, but it had more to do with how she behaved when I first met her JSPCA (Jamaica Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals). She was very responsive to me and would jump in any direction that I moved my hand, as I watched her twist and spin the only thing I could think of was tagliatelle of course Tagliatelle is far too long a name for a cat, so she’s called Tag except for when she’s done something really naughty and the full name has to be used for emphasis 
Here she is again:
Tagliatelle says: "I'm sleepy, could you go away"
and again:
Tag is KO'd! Studying is such hard work
Now no introduction to my cats would be complete if I didn’t mention Mr. Tibbs himself, or Titi since his name had to be changed from Nefertiti when we realised she was not a she but a he and Miss Miserable herself Wuzz:
If there exists a cat mafia, Titi is the Godfather
Madame Miserable intrigued (at a "safe" distance) by a chicken hawk stuck in the bushes
As the “big kids” Titi and Wuzz spend most of their time outside, only coming home for food and occasional affection from their humans. Titi I think is up to some illegal black market business, which explains why he didn’t see it necessary to spend the day inside during Hurricane Dean or any other day for that matter. Wuzz’s reason for staying outside on the other hand, is her form of protest against Tag who unseated her as the youngest and cutest kitten in the house, I thought she would have let sleeping dogs lie by now (its been 2 months) but she seems determined to hold this grudge, hissing and growling all the way.
