Pictures like this always crack me up. Hopper looks like she’s some kind of feline mafia capo, walking purposefully along the fence to make me an offer I can’t refuse. I want that food bowl filled on time today, capiche? Once she gets to me, of course, all she does is look wistfully into my eyes and demand that I scratch her head. And I do.
December 7, 2018
Friday Cat Blogging – 7 December 2018