Friday Felines

Sylvester the joker

Sylvester is many things. He is the sleeper. He is the creeper. He is the midnight peeper.

Sylvester the cat, bolding going where no cat is supposed to go.

Some people call me the gangster of kitty treats

Here he is, along with the treats, my dark beer, the cat corrector (squirt-squirt-squirt), the catnip, and my husband’s wimpy wheat beer. He fears nothing. Except the cat corrector.

There’s the shy Sylvester.

Peek-a-boo, you with the camera

People keep talking about me

And then there is Sylvester the slob.

Fat Albert?

Space cowboy or pompitus of love?

He’s the cutest thing I ever did see.

6 thoughts on “Friday Felines

  1. Nice fashion contrast with the collar!

    Midnight peepers, in my experience, usually leave paths of destruction behind them.

  2. I like them, too, but Leah thinks if I drink darker beers it will put some hair on my chest. (Leah reads comment and gives sarcastic laugh)

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