I live alone with this cow kitty who thinks he owns the hood. He has just come in from the yard in time for blogging, a late night habit of mine. He is making biscuits on the black and white blanket beside me. He says “yeow” when I pet him.
I know people get silly about their pets sometimes, but I do love my cat. He has attitude and dignity, and he is bonded with me. Mickey is good company, as long as I keep the crunchies in the bowl that says “feed me” at the bottom.
Here’s to cats and pets. And a break during spring.