He's big.
He's the texture of a bunny.
His borders are a bit blurred.
He has a penchant for licking... my nose, just as I'm trying to fall asleep.
He's one of three Mac(k)s in the house since the arrival of a new laptop last week.
He rarely misses a meal. Never misses if it's ice cream or cereal. Or chicken.
He spends his day on my pillow while I spend the night sneezing and itching.
He sends the Psychopoodle into fits, pummeling him regularly with his declawed boxing gloves.
He came from our local shelter seven years ago and our house hasn't been the same since.
He's named for a macchiato, which is truly a cup of espresso with a mark of foam, though he'd prefer the caramel.
He is a lapful.
He's probably the strangest cat I've ever met. At least until I get another cat.
1 comment:
He looks like one hell of a cat.
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