Lucky for me, my black cat was distracted by the arrival of Farmer H, and the barking of the dogs. Apparently, it's better to be an audience for a 3-ring circus than to perform in one. Farmer H was in my way at the people-door, and as we did that awkward dance step to see who was going which way, I managed to push the door back, and zoom in for this sight.
I was able to creep three steps across the brick sidewalk, while Jack and Copper Jack muzzle-wrestled, and Juno barked her fool head off.
Stockings was not amused. He looks like the 3-ring circus ran out of cotton candy, the ringmaster is not to his liking, and he's imminently headed to the ticket booth for a refund.
The good thing about being a fat, anti-social cat with a hoarder human is that you can choose any apartment you want in the cat condominium on the porch.
3 comments:
His face says it all. "okay, you caught me. But it's never gonna happen again"
He is a handsome cat though.
He does not look amused. My old cat, Gremlin had that haughty attitude and looked on the members of his household as inferior beings.
River,
Yes, he's a looker! He's never been very sociable. When younger, he took off like a rocket every time we got near. We picked him up as a kitten down by the mailboxes, where somebody had dumped four kittens.
Kathy,
This guy is just using us for food. Mass quantities of food.
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