Unlike Julius Caesar those many years ago, I don’t think today will be an unlucky day here in paradise. Luck is mainly what you make of life, right?
First, she stares.
Then she attacks:
Next, she settles in and licks the cool drops, and bats the cube around just a little more…until there is no more.
Ah, not a care in the world for our Missy girl. She is one pampered kitty. Nothing to beware of on this day, or any day.