The Baby here.
Um, pay no attention to how Daddy is holding me. The truth is, I'm hating every second of this and the huge rumbling purr is only a front to hide my distaste for such undignified treatment of my furson.
Yeah, I didn't think it sounded too convincing, either.
Now let me down because I have to go see what Mommy is doing in the kitchen!
Did you know one of my many nicknames is "Carbo-Cat"? I love sweets and baked goods--and do you see the bright blobs behind me? It's CAKE! Store bought with thick frosting...yummy.
I chowed down on Mommy's piece while her back was turned. I thought for a minute she hadn't noticed but my frosted whiskers gave me away!
That, and the buttercream smear on my face.
She was cool about it though; she merely laughed and went for the camera, and Daddy crumbled up some cake just for me--and Mommy gave me a dot-O-cream to wash it down.
Life is good.
XX Carbo-Cat XX