How you doin?
Mom thinks shot captures the naughty kitty in me. I have no idea why. Sure, I look a little like I am plotting the next raid on her water cup, but that isn't that naughty right?
I have managed to find a way to jump onto the kitchen counter this weekend. I've drunk from the big sink, and I've knocked over the little cat statue and broke it. It's a place that I am "Not Allowed" to go. I laugh in the face of her rules. Does it look like I am laughing at her rules? Yes, I think it does.
This grannycat still has it.