Shredder is one of those cats you just know is a “person”. I get that uncanny feeling looking at him sometimes that he knows exactly what’s going on, and that he thinks in full, complete English sentences.
Leaving aside sentimental anthropomorphization, he’s as much a king among cats as he looks. Neighborhood bruiser who defends his territory (and tries to claim that all other-cat-base-are-belong-to-him), expert hunter who brings home the bacon to the back step (OK, shrews), and comes home to his papa and his smol kitty.
Every morning is coffee-cuddle. He comes to my lap, looks up for his head strokes and kisses, sniffs my coffee, and keeps me company.
Good morning!
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Josh, I love your crocheted blanket!
Just a couple of gentlemen enjoying their morning coffee. ❤️