Truman likes to look at a random spot high on the wall or on my head when he’s relaxing next to me on the couch.
Yesterday he was a terror, shredding the curtains. Today he is chilled out.
He’s A Feline.
Rough Life.
After ripping down the shower curtain, liner, and shower curtain rod in the guest bathroom, a guy has to take a break.
And tell me, why do the hoomans keep shaking cans full of coins at me? Rattle rattle rattle. Rattle this.
