The Man and his cat

There are certain blankets in the house that Baby loves. The one on The Man is one of them. If The Man throws that cat-magnet over his body, Baby gets on top of him, purring like an engine, and promptly begins doing the paw-thing and sucking on the blanket fuzz.


Until he sees the sharks in the fish tank. It's like Cat TV, that fish tank - Baby will hop up on the cat tree we keep next to it and stare at fish for 10 to 15 minutes at a time. He also likes to chase the sharks around...and around...and around....the fish tank.


Doofus cat.


Dinner was very simple tonight. Smashed baby red potatoes with butter, a mixed greens salad, and a london broil steak. Eaten by only me (The Man was not hungry). His loss.


And because I can't post a picture of one cat and not the other...Vester on my lap.