Mom wanted to show off my beauteous tummy furs. This shot doesn't quite do me justice but we decided to post it anyway. I'm a trifle more difficult to photograph than the Great Orange One.
In other news....
Furriends, you would NOT believe the Very Bad Words we heard this morning. Nearly seared our innocent kitteh ears right off. Really, Mom ought to know better.
Burning her thumb on the thing she calls a "flat iron" for her hair is simply no excuse.
We're both traumatized by this... unfortunate... experience.
PS: Sometime this month I turned 11 years old! We're not exactly sure what day.