Melissa and I have no shortage of good-looking cats.
Here’s Damian, engaging in one of his regular pastimes…
…admiring that handsome cat in the mirror. You can just hear his inner monologue: Who is that good-looking fellow? My but he keeps his whites white! Such a noble jaw! Being him must be nearly as delightful as being me! Why doesn’t he come over for a visit? I bet we could have lively times together.
Sparky is growing up to become quite the handsome tom.
Even as a kitten, he was quite the matinee idol.
Just look at him curled up with his brother Woody.
Those boys were absolutely devoted to each other: side-by-side all day and sound asleep in each other’s arms every night. I’m not sure they realized they were separate entities. I think each of them thought of himself as an eight-legged, four-eared, two-tailed creature, oddly able to move in multiple directions at once.