This is a post about things on a cat. 
There is a box on a cat.
Cat does not seem amused.
Now there’s a mouse on the cat.
And a brand new notebook.
An empty bottle of lime juice.
A piece of cardboard on his belly while he’s trying to nap.
And a calculator and a Nintendo 3DS.
Cat says “No!” and now he’s on my things.
I really don’t know what’s going on here. I sent my sister these pictures and she thought I stabbed him with some red poles.
I am a kind person. I don’t stab cats with red poles. So don’t worry. He’s fine. He’s just wrapped around the legs of two stools.
This cat is a weird one. Meow.
I moved in with my boyfriend. He has a cat named Zeus. Zeus is a house cat. And he is a super scaredy cat.
House cat, so forlorn.
I’ve never actually had a pet before. (Unless you count a turtle. They don’t really count, though.) I was a little apprehensive moving in. I am allergic to cats.
But I’ve found that I am only “mildly” allergic. I’ve developed a tolerance of sorts. I used to get really itchy and sneezy. But now I only get that way when he scratches me.
I pet him very carefully. I learned that I can’t pet his tummy. His delicious furry tummy. He is very sensitive there. Apparently.
It taunts me.
So I take these kinds of pictures of him. They are kind of indecent.
Meow.