This post has no point, rhyme, or reason, except that this picture of our lunatic fluffball, Sylvester, cracks me up. He always sits this way, legs spread wide, big belly shining, tail fluffed, with his perpetual dazed/stoned/”what-the…?” look on his face.
I want to prop him up on the sofa, tuck the TV remote into one paw and a beer can into the other, and flip the channels to some Nascar or professional wrestling.
I am endlessly trying to make sense of a world that has completely and unapologetically lost its mind.
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A furball of attitude...always in my heart
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Gentlemanly behavior
um.. gorgeous as he is…
i think that ole' sylvester might be a tad chubby.. lol!!
He's FLUFFY! 🙂
he needs a beer and his paw on his privates
haha great pose
Cute picture! I love cats, they have such personality!
wrestling! definitely wrestling!