I may well be turning into a cat blogger with two posts in two days about not only cats, but the same cat – my Bear.
In my defence, we only realised this afternoon that it’s his 8th birthday. Nyawwwwww!
We won’t discuss how he woke
us Dan up at 5.30 this morning. We won’t discuss how he’s been a total PITA lately with the Litter Kwitter.
But I will tell you that he’s the. most. adorable. cat. That he’s funny, cute, cuddly, purr-y and so tolerant of Elvis’ constant need to clean him.
Bear, Bearenstein, Camembert, Beary, B, BB, The Bear.
The cat who loves to eat poppadoms and simply must sleep under Dan’s knees under the doona.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAR!