A college friend was here for the weekend. Tucker is in love.
The look of a man who has tired himself out rubbing his butt on me. (Taken with instagram)
He pleads the fifth.
“Tucker you look weird now.”
Somebody does not understand me when I tell him to stop being so cute and cuddly because I have to get ready for work. Or he understands it perfectly.
Cuddling with a tennis ball: a thing since May 9, 2012.
I will never not be creeped out by him sleeping with his eyes open.
ETA: His left eye is rolled into the back of his head. It is as unsettling as it sounds.
Relaxing while I’m on the phone.
Neighbor is moving. He is not amused.
“No, I’m not checking on you in the bath. Again. There’s a smell here. See? A smell right here. Anyway, I see you’re still in water on purpose but still alive and not in extraordinary pain so I’ll just go see if there’s a smell somewhere else now.”
Sundog, finally learning that the chair is not the only sunny spot in this apartment.