He’s A Feline.
Caturday.
Truman stops for a casual pose while waiting for someone to either give him a treat or spur on his automatic feeder. I’ve been encouraging him to eat less, as he’s quite the big boy, but he does enjoy the kibble. Don’t we all.
Caturday.
I bought Truman some new scratching pads so he can scratch to his delight wherever he goes. He seems unimpressed.
Caturday.
Truman likes to keep tabs on me while I’m working on video or looking at weather models and reports.
Caturday.
Truman listens as I explain the importance of not digging his claws into the new couch. He’s been mostly good about it, though he has given me a look of bemused disagreement when I give him a stern “no”. He then says, “just dispense the treats”.
Caturday.
Truman has been very intent on keeping track of the visitors around the house. I know he’s itching to get outside, but that would be very dangerous for a guy like him in a desert like this.
Caturday.
Truman can occasionally be impatient when it comes to his dads getting out of bed, but he is always looking refined.
Caturday.
Truman has decided that when he’s inspecting who is entering that end of the house, he no longer wishes to be on the landing at the top of the stairs. He now feels the first step from the top is more appropriate for his presence.
