What a little sweetheart. I love tabbies.

Low mileage!

Well, presumably there are doors and stairwells.

Too small, unfortunately.

My new family crest.

I’ve been growing indoor plants for decades. It’s just cat grass that doesn’t seem to work for me. Heck, I even got one of those grocery store orchids to bloom again every winter.

I tried that last winter. It made no difference. I can grow indoor plants, just not grass for some reason. If I could persuade them to nibble on phalenopsis orchids, I wouldn’t need the grass.

It doesn’t live long enough for that.

It gets plenty of water, but more light isn’t an option.

Mine likes to wrap himself around my head, stick his back feet in my face, and nip my ears and nose with his sharp little teeth. All while purring loudly. He’s a multi-tasker.

What if it demands to be picked up and perch on my shoulders?

Our two don’t seem to go much for laser pointers, for whatever reason.

Here’s me thinking it’s because they can change their molecular density at will, which is why a 12 pound cat sounds like a 600 pound Shetland pony when it’s galloping through the house at night.

When our cat was spayed, I modified a newborn size onesie to dress her in. She managed to wiggle out of it even while sound asleep. Getting out of this costume would be a piece of cake for her.

Given that this is a tortoiseshell, tremble before her.