Meet my new cat, Dakota.
After moving to Maryland I was suffering kitty deprivation and decided to take the plunge and adopt a cat. A very, very fat cat. He is three years old going on 80. What does he like to do, you might ask?
Chase string? Nope.
Run around the apartment? Nope.
Like his belly rubbed? Double nope.
Think of a crotchety old man covered in spontaneously shedding fur and then you have my cat.
And yet, I love him.
3 comments:
He's the only cat I've ever met who I believe wasn't trying to steal my soul, so he's okay by me :)
rg
lol, RG...he is one cute cat! :)
He could play the main character in one of my old favorites: The Fat Cat (a Danish folktale) by Jack Kent!
Speaking of Danish, I looked at your "more stuff" and saw Hitler's Canary. Must read that and add it to my Holocaust bibliography. Thanks!
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