cats

And it’s a very good thing that I’m cute, because with all the foot biting, arm gnawing, leg chewing and plant digging I do when I’m not trying to take on the neighbour’s Pomeranian, it’s a wonder a particular resident of the house I’ve adopted hasn’t evicted my little orange butt.

Did I mention I had orange eyes too?  Yep, I that damned cute.  Lucky me, eh?

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a woman walking down the road out front.  Time to see if she’s afraid of a prancing orange puffball.

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