Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul, slept all evening at my feet last night – at least, where my feet were when I napped. When I got up and did things around the house, he slept on undisturbed. He is, after all, the pussycat, a genius of peace and quiet. He seldom nibbles me unless I am exercising and temporarily failing to present him with delicious shrimp. I will reform! He’s only trying to help!
You have seen a picture much like this one before because I’m not much of a photographer and the cat is an impatient model.
Cat: Are we playing Peek-A-Boo again?
Tata: I’m trying to take your picture. Focus yourself, wouldja?
Cat: You’re not very good at this game. Despite the thing over your face, you still smell like prey in a light CK1 marinade.
Tata: Remind me to Febreze myself later.
Cat: …She’s got the opposable thumb…she’s got the opposable thumb…