This cat is a source of all my troubles. Or at least most of them. Or at least the problems not relating to food, playtime, sleeping, or the other cats.
You want a kiss? Huh, huh, huh? I'll give you one right now. Here you go. You want another one? OOOoooo. A tartar control biscuit! I love you forever! Do you want another kiss? This is great. Yeah, yeah yeah. Keep scratching. Yup, right there. A little to the left. Oooo I love you.
