Carisma does weird shit like that. Today I surprised her sleeping on still-wet cooling pad (washed it when I was in shower and put it on sauna bench again). She was soaking wet when she got up to complain at me about getting some food, right meow.
I can tell them apart if they're both in the photo, but otherwise pretty much can't.
I am sure that Jeff did need Pumbaa whether he realized it or not.
Crap, I thought I had my settings set to require alt text. Anyway, it's a photo of a Siamese cat lying on a blanket sleeping with his arm hooked over my leg.
Aliera, from 2016, a few years before she passed away at age 16. Adopted by our friend Anne Braude in 2003, taken in by us (along with her sister Sethra) when Anne passed away in 2009.
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I was aware that she time shares her brain cell, I had no idea about the sink.
*If you're tired enough.
(I get to play catch-up from the past week starting tomorrow)
I am sure that Jeff did need Pumbaa whether he realized it or not.
Churu applications for Scotty, tho, stat.
That, and she's the bully in the house. She's starting to realize none of the other cats really wants to be around her.
Except around Eff-it O'Clock in the morning.