As you can see from the picture, Butterscotch and I are getting along. Maybe I was protective of my territory at first, and maybe that made him cold toward me, but a little licking and a lot of wrestling broke down those early barriers.
I plan on pursuing a long relationship with the sun as the temperature drops.
My loyal followers have figured it out by now, but I might as well spell it out: the humans have brought home a new cat. His name is Butterscotch. I have mixed feelings on the matter.
Wait… That’s not me. Who is this? Well, all I can tell you so far is that his name is Butterscotch and that he’s staring at me. More details to follow this weekend!
Phasing through the platform.
Humans. Who can understand them? They even confuse other humans. Entire fields of research are dedicated to the Human Condition. Maybe I ought to take a few classes, but there are things I believe I will never understand.
One of my favorite activities in the world.
In glorious detail.
As I’ve mentioned before, I love eating fabric. It doesn’t really matter what kind it is or where it comes from as long as I can suck on it and gnash it between my teeth. Unfortunately, this behavior is unpopular with the bipedal folks.
Don’t call me Mr. Freckles.
Eye of the tiger.
I am quite the adventurer. Curiosity drives me to explore my surroundings and especially places that are normally inaccessible. As such, sneaking into cupboards is always high on my list of priorities when my human staff is in the kitchen, but there are other cupboards elsewhere. Like in the bathroom.