Nope! My body belongs to the cat. This is as she wishes. All hail the kitty…
I needed to look for a picture of myself for a work thing. I spent a long, long time scrolling through my photos to find one. Can you guess why? Sooooooo many pet pics! So many.
It looks like you caught them off guard
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
She’s shocked that I managed to take a picture of her being cute before she could roll into a different position!
Must. Rub. Them.
No a photo (believe me, you’ll thank me). I was carrying His Lordship out for a little constitutional and had just opened the door and started to step out
Gross story on the joys of pet ownership and pet bodily fluids
when there was a funny gurgling sound, then a massive eruption of water / food / spit - in the floor, door jam, screen door, back door, deck, his two back legs. What to do?
I took him down to the yard and left him while I cleaned up the mess as best I could. There was only a tiny bit on my jacket sleeve and a small amount of splash on my shoe.
Then I went back down to him, and realized that I could rinse off his feet in the small pond full of snow melt. He did NOT appreciate my idea, but his feet and ankles were much cleaner afterwards!
Now he is napping.
Bowie is courting a new friend. Negotiations are tense.
OMG that first picture is ultimate baby
He is babbyy. He is princess.
With his fancy princess tail.