Maxi, hangin’ out.
Spot, up close.
It doesn’t matter that there’s nothing on the plate, not a single crumb. He’ll lick it anyway.
Joe Bob adores hanging out in this thing. He’s the only cat in the house skinny enough to comfortably fit in it!
Mister Boogers seethes. “I could get in that condo thing if I WANTED to. But I don’t, so there.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.