It occurred to me recently that I can hardly call myself a cat lady (with crochet habit) without having attempted a me and Norman cat selfie. So when I should really have been doing something – anything – more useful, that’s what I did. Or at least, what I attempted to do. It turns out it’s not just me who should stay the other side of the camera:
And while I am embarrassing him, Norman’s newest ‘thing’ is to refuse to use his food bowl. I put his dinner in the bowl, he removes it and eats it off the floor. It’s not the end of the world, but it is a bit squelchy if he decides to take a break and I forget this new habit when I wander into the kitchen.
I love my furball. Just a teeny bit less when I have some of the contents of a ‘Whiskers fish selection in Jelly’ pouch stuck on my foot :o)