I was reproached (in the kindest manner) for posting heavy stuff on a Saturday morning. I shall repent and rectify. Here’s a cat. Advertisements
The cat is waiting for me to finish my shower, so she could jump right in and drink the soapy water, clearly not knowing any better.
In the night, I listen to the sounds that the cat makes. It’s sort of soothing. Here are the sounds: Floor creaking: the creaky old floor creaks even when my light-weight cat walks on it. There’s an element of suspense because you never know where exactly she’s heading and what she’s up to. Radiator clinking:
My cat is sad because I can’t sleep, which is keeping her awake too.
The cat ruined my cushion and fell asleep at the crime scene. She doesn’t get the concept of guilt.
This is my friend’s cat. I edited her eyes awkwardly to make them more yellow, so now she looks like an alien with smudged irises.
Something is up. Or, more likely, nothing is up and my cat is just watching the air, as per usual.
I want a ragdoll (among other things), but I don’t think my plain tabby would approve.
For the cat, each day is a Caturday.
My cat is a huge fan of yoga. Particularly the yoga mat.