For whatever reason, I have had Widespread Panic’s “Makes Sense To Me” going through my head since 6:30 this morning when Tunch decided it was time for me to get up and feed him. Both of us are fat and watching our weight (well, trying to), but he is driving me absolutely insane with his incessant whining, to the point I may break out the spray bottle again and fill it with water. I have tried to play with him every time he hassles me, but the bitching is non-stop. I may have to get him a puppy for Christmas to occupy his time.
At any rate, here are some sweet looking cats, unlike the tyrant who dominates my existence:
Claim your pets.