As you know, just very recently I have decided to
be a sooky la la on Mommy's lap grace her with my Manly presence every morning, like so:
I tell you, she has the cosiest pants (velour!), and that is the SOLE reason I sit on her.
Well, OK, she's warm. I'll grant you that.
And, frankly, it's the Height of Manliness to show off my shiny Ornj furs against such a vivid background. It would practically be a crime against fashion to pass by the opportunity for such a color contrast.
So I HAVE to do this; it's more like a Mancat Job than a pleasure.
So, even when I turn around and get good and settled in the Leg Canyon™--making biscuits and chirping and purring like a motorboat--I'm always the Epitome of Manliness, despite several malicious rumors to the contrary...
...and damning video evidence of me
enduring loving every second of my Mancat Duties.
or click HERE
You believe me, right?
XX Super MEGA Manly Felix XX