No, he’s not dead, even though he looks like it. He’s looking rather ragged these days, though, and I guess it’s about time to get out the cat brush…
Grooming, grooming, grooming. Miz Poo is just the groomingest cat I’ve ever seen.
This picture just doesn’t do justice to how cute Spot was, sleeping soundly with his front paw wrapped around his back paw.
The Tubbyman will lay and gaze lovingly at Fred for hours upon hours. He would probably gaze lovingly at me, but I can’t stand him, ever since I caught him using my outside planters as a litter box. Damn him!
More looks of love.
Really, we think he’s looking at Fred with love in his eyes, but it wouldn’t surprise me to find out that he’s thinking about how he could pop Fred’s eyes out of his skull and eat them for a snack.
Aren’t these roses purty? Fred bought them for me, just because. Have I mentioned that I love that man?
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