Indulge me

You know how it is when someone talks about their grandkids constantly and you can't relate to it because you don't like kids? They'd talk about how cute and funny it was, whatever the kid said or did and you're like, "shut up, I don't share your excitement fool." Well, I know that's what you'd say about me and my ramblings about "my cat". But indulge me anyway, at least I'm not posting copies of the jihadist Osama's porn collection.

This is how we hang most days. He never stay far from me.

I don't let him inside the house because he loves to roll in the dirt, the same way I love to roll around in a 600 count sheets. But the other day, he pussyfooted into my bathroom.
He's not a designer cat but I feed him designer foods and he's always begging for more...not necessarily because he's hungry but because he loves the taste of Whiskas.