(for all of you not interested in my cats please tune in later this week for the absolutely hilarious story of my disastrous haircut that had me leaving the salon holding back tears, a midterm that is kicking my ass just studying for it, and an unplanned visit to the dentist that has so far managed to completely freak me out even though I haven’t actually been in the office yet, good times.)
Mr. Foster (aka Mr. Fussybutt)
You’ve come a long way in just one year little guy.
You’re such a mama’s boy - sweet, playful, affectionate, talkative, and demanding.
You’re almost the perfect cat, at least you would be if you’d stop rolling in the litter when you think we’re not looking.
Yes, I did. Now everyone knows your dirty little secret.
It’s called tough love buddy.
Wow, you’ve started studying for the midterm already? I’m impressed. Well, you’ll at least do better than me, if that’s any consolation.