Smoot hates closed doors.
I stopped petting her so I could work, hence the cold shoulder.
blue sky, black cat.
I am being studiously ignored.
It appears I am forgiven for that thing I did, whatever that thing was.
Chilling out with the girls on a Saturday night.
Smoot is unimpressed with the view from the 21st floor.
Forget the expensive toys; just give ‘em a box.
Killing time by playing fetch with Mump. Highlight of the day.
obligatory cats-are-being-adorable picture.
Home is where the cats are.