What are you even doing, little cat?
I mean, seriously…?
I mean, seriously…?
Our weekend mornings are usually pretty relaxed. Listen to the radio (Vinyl Cafe then Josie’s Top 20 on Saturdays, Psychedelic Sunday on Sundays), drink coffee, eat croissants, and read the weekend papers. Our youngest cat, Lydia, loves to crawl under the discards. She likes it even more if we build her a fort.
Four minutes of my youngest cat playing fetch with a bouncing eyeball. You’re welcome.
On Twitter I’d mentioned that my kitten was making it difficult to write as her little head was resting on my laptop. In the tradition of the Internet, I received a response to the effect of “pics or it didn’t happen.” It happened: And by “write” I mean post pictures of my cat on G+. …