This is Cassie. She's around 12 years old now, which I guess means at least this isn't kitty porn. Cassie is helping me celebrate post pictures of your cat to Javablogs day, my rather infantile gesture towards people who worry about whether Javablogs is on-topic or not.

My mother has a large black handbag. Out of the corner of your eye, you really can't tell the difference between the cat and the handbag.

After I abandoned Cassie and went to live on my own, she started pining for me, developed a nervous complaint, and had to have cortizone injections (although the hippy Fremantle vet did try aromatherapy first). I'd like to say I have this effect on women, but that would be stretching the truth a little.