Pictures like this always crack me up. Hopper looks like she’s some kind of feline mafia capo, walking purposefully along the fence to make me an offer I can’t refuse. I want that food bowl filled on time today, capiche? Once she gets to me, of course, all she does is look wistfully into my eyes and demand that I scratch her head. And I do.
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