On the left, Inkblot is conked out on a scratching pad that’s recently been recharged with fresh catnip. On the right, Domino wants someone to let her in the front door. I never get tired of this routine of hers.
(Inkblot has never been bright enough to figure this out, though. He’ll wander around outside the door and occasionally make piteous sounds, but it’s never occurred to him to stare in the window. Not to worry, though. As president, he’ll be the big picture guy, leaving the details of how to get humans to open doors up to his staff.)
Need more cats? My sister passes along video of this adorable gray kitten and its fur-raising green apples, perfect for Friday the 13th.