Caturday Art

 

FINALLY - some sun to bask in! It's also Hug Your Cat Day. I got hugged - well, I kinda asked for it by rubbing on momma while she wuz stretching after her workout.

Here's da momma's Caturday Art.

So it are kitten season and all da rescues on da Book of Faces are showing kittens. And I keep hearing momma say how cute they are . . . but since da apartment has a 2-pet limit, guess I are safe. Although I might like anudder cat around since I miss Bowie and Angelique. Well, it are not gonna happen anytime soon, except for kitty drawings, MOL.

Hug Your Cat Day

Who the $%&@ thought this up?  Hug Your Cat Day?  As if it wuzn't bad enuf dat I had to put up wif my momma's' luvins, she wuz demandin a photo to go wif it.  And I wuz not havin it.  I are a ruff and tuff mancat, not some sissy lil limp-wristed feline.  I are Travis Ford, not Prince Snoogums McLuvin.  Ya named me after da commander of da Alamo, the man who famously drew the line in the sand and wrote of "Victory or Death."  Not public displays of affeckshun and huggin your momma.  Disgustin.

Da above wuz da one photo where I wuz not lookin like I wuz ready to slash momma (I never does, but I looked like it) or where it didn't look like she had me in a chokehold.

See, this are much better.  A handsome mancat, not bein manhandled by da momma.

Ya see, she didn't try it wif Angelique.  Angie's claws are too well known.

And Crockett, I'm not sure why he escaped it udder dan dat she wuz disgusted wif me and my struggles to get free.  He probably woulda liked it.

I are really demandin some bacon dis weekend for allowin her to post that indignitee of da furstest photo.