
The first rule of being a cat is that one must sit, even if one doesn’t fit.

The first rule of being a cat is that one must sit, even if one doesn’t fit.

Mood.


For his birthday, I gifted Kenn a custom Hawaiian shirt featuring his buddy Bear.😹

Sometimes, you just have to let it all hang out.

The great ambush predator, perfectly camouflaged, waits patiently for unsuspecting prey.

Oops. Looks like we forgot to let the cat out of the bag! (Photo bomb courtesy of Bear.)

Bear wanted to make sure his photo shoot qualified for a PG rating.😂

This is what grocery day at our house looks like. We’re doing good if we’re allowed to get the groceries out of the bags before the cats claim them. (Don’t worry, we don’t leave them unsupervised.)

Bear was having a clingy day and climbed up on my chest while I was exercising so, I decided to snap a close-up; it wasn’t until I looked at it later that I noticed the “dent” in his fur where I had petted him. (I tracked him down to make sure that his head was really okay and it’s fine.)