Carlos, in his 'tempting you to tickle my furry belly before I bite your hand off' pose. I can't work out if he's exceptionally dim or an evil genius. After all, if you had the choice, you would just eat and sleep* all day whilst the stoopid hoomans run around making money to feed you, wouldn't you? (* shagging no longer a possibility for poor Carlos, which is why he's in a state of arrested development.)
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I know I said I wouldn't post on him again. I lied.
Intellectually stupid, but possessed of a low, selfish cunning.
Were there a feline version of Big Brother, he'd be a star.
Awww - Annie - you're new buddy. I totally know how it is. Prrrr.
He's a tweetums.
There now, I've lowered the tone...
David Beckham?
"shagging no longer a possibility for poor Carlos, which is why he's in a state of arrested development" - sounds idyllic. Life would be much more straightforward, but I don't want to be reduced to having to use a litter tray :(
aw look at those widdle feet sticking out of the ball of fluff
*joins Arabella*
You need your own cat. could you get a deaf one?
NOM!
Yes, get a deaf cat. Which can't smell anything.
Aw, lemme tickle his furry lil' chin please, please, please?
Awwww. Kitty does that and will now allow me just a little belly rub before wrestling my hand (she no longer breaks skin with her teeth though). Mustard, meanwhile, would allow me to rub her fuzzy little belly 24/7 if she didn't need to eat or use the litter tray.
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