House

The art of ambushing. I have it down to kitten's play. In the morning, I get my tin-opener on his way out. In the evening, I get him on his way in. What does that mean? Regular large meals for me.


He complained like "Patience! Let me put away my shopping!"


No way dude. I shall follow you. Until you feed me.



Love love love. Feed me now? Or must I bite your unprotected feet again?