Sunbathed window

I slept on the bed.



He came this morning at 8.58 to feed me. I still had tons of food left from yesterday; All He had to do was top it up and change the water.

Listen to me purring:



He decided to read three chapters in the sunbathed seat that overlooks the Meadows. I like this place too. When He removed the big chair cushion, I came to lose my hair next to Him. I also gave a thorough check to the Meadows, spotting a few people playing snob tennis. I hid under the table for a change.







I was in a fighting mood so I decided to piss Him off and provoke him at a game of let-me-try-to-bite-your-hand, which was quite fun for both of us because He obviously has a great deal of experience with that game. I managed to grab a bite at his cam, though--I have my own tricks.



Oh, by the way, He took lots of pictures and has apparently set up a Flickr set just for me.

Purr, me likes it.

I will pose now, if you excuse me: