I assure you that these are four separate photos, and that she stuck her tongue out between each one.
I love it when she does this. Such an odd Bird. To think the vet shaved and cut through some of her three tummy spots when she was fixed. I was afraid they wouldn’t come back.
MomBert and the BF stopped by for a quick visit and a cup of coffee. In his formal role as The Helper Cat, Miles greeted his grammie with lap cuddles, and then attempted to welcome the BF to our home. Miles sat on the footstool conveniently within petting distance, looking attentively at the BF.
Nothing happened. To demonstrate what was supposed to happen, he went back to Grammie who cuddled him and told him he was handsome.
Miles then gave the BF another opportunity to pet him from an even better angle, the arm of the chair.
Miles could tell that Grammie and I were encouraging the BF to “just give him one soft pet” so he extended his head at the ideal trajectory for soft pets.
Sadly the BF was apparently raised in some type of cult whose doctrines must have preached that animals are dirty, and the only good “pet” is one that is outdoors preferably far from humans.
Miles just wants bring happiness with his handsomeness. He talks to everyone-they might have treats-,offers his assistance to delivery and repair persons, and even stays visible for the entirety of visits by toddlers intent on treating him like a plush toy. He’s not used to rejection. He really stuck with him.
Just saw Wonder Woman. Awesome!
Came home, told the cats about it, and they were like:
“Tell us again how there’s like 100 badass, middle aged women living on an island without men and you didn’t see ANY scenes with cats?”
Good point, kitties.
“Truth! Fetch us snacks now.”