The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert
I have a cat. She irritates me. But then, I irritate her as well.
It’s a love/hate thing. I feed her; she loves me. She wakes me up at 5am; I hate her. I come home and snuggle her; I love her. I chase her around the house trying to poke her in the bum; she hates me.
It’s a symbiosis. And that symbiosis means that whenever I’m sitting at my computer, she wedges herself between my back and the chair’s back. The result is this:
Yes. She’s wearing mittens.
Eventually, I grow tired of her pushing her feet into my ass, and I retreat to the couch with my laptop. She stares, though. She knows victory is hers.
And in a few hours time, it will be hers again, when she jumps on my bed to proclaim, at 5am, that it is indeed time for her to eat.
Beautiful photos!
honestly, it’s all the camera.
That cat has how many toes again?
Only six on each foot.