The Feline Mystique

The new stool by the bed makes it easier for me to lick his ear at two AM. “Father, fatheeeerrrr!” don’t you want to give me an early breakfast?”

OK, I’m not the sort that subscribes to allowing the humans to sleep through the night. I like to be mysterious about when I’ll give hin a wet willy in the ear.

You might say that my praxis is to be unpredictable.

It’s all part of the Feline Mystique!