Posted by on Nov 23, 2019 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, mama is chastising me again for something truly silly.

This time it’s because I was so, so glad to see papa when he had been out with mama at the little grandanthro’s soccer match that I really wanted to snuggle down on the nice new sweater he had been wearing and bond a little with papa’s pheromones, whatever they are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, can I help it that it’s black?  Why on earth do THEY get so bent out of shape when an innocent BLACK kitty gets comfortable on a BLACK sweater?  I mean, really, folks, what’s the big deal?

LOULOU, you’re leaving your hairs all over papa’s sweater so could you just move to the bedspread, please?

Why is mama giving me flack for sitting on black? It’s not my fault that I’m getting older…

You think I can control what I shed and when?

Just be glad I’m not PINK!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Now where does mama keep HER black sweaters…)