Sunday at home with a king
His Majesty Shredder. We have a morning ritual. I feed the cats their breakfast, then get my coffee. Shredder eats, then comes to join me for coffee.
I offer the coffee cup to him (it seems rude not to), he sniffs, declines to have coffee, and then we have strokings.
For the curious, Shredder is 15 years old, and 16 pounds.
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He is magnificent. I can see he’s trained you in cat acupressure. He looks great for his age, even if he does have a King Leer-like haughtiness to his expression. When you’re that gorgeous you’re entitled to be haughty.
"I offer the coffee cup to him (it seems rude not to), he sniffs, declines to have coffee"
I love this. That is all.