Friday Cat Blogging: the Hang of Ideology Edition
Behold the mighty hunter, for he most assuredly beholds you.
Il gato nero, seen on the zebra stripe futon savannah, subduing his quarry, a defenseless sheet of gift wrap tissue, possibly the slowest and weakest of its herd. He is wily! He is Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul. He will wait here while you boil and peel shrimp, as is his due. He will watch you closely unless he is comfy and desires a nap. Admire his handsomeness!
You are his. You will know it is the truth when at 4 a.m. he wishes to play. With you. And you do it.