It’s been clear for a long time that my parents’ cats are Pinky and the Brain, in cat form. And Potter is definitely the Brain. While Gizmo is the one who constantly jumps up on the island while his meals are being made, only to be sprayed with water every single time, Potter is the one who smartly sits up high where he can see what’s going on, but is out of range of the squirt bottle. And when he sees his chance, he’s in there like a ninja! (Case in point: we turned to find him inside the giant soup pot, licking as fast as he could, after a turkey stew dinner last fall.)
Lately he’s been adjusting back to normalcy after they discovered his gums were all inflamed – turns out he’s allergic to his own saliva somehow. Poor baby! He had lost a lot of weight but now he’s doing much better and is back to his usual playful self. He’s even started to allow cuddling and gives kisses!
For some reason my camera is always drawn to him…must be that little cartoon face and the eyes that look right through you.
Yes, he’s actually laying in my dad’s back brace. As if to say “This chair is MINE, I don’t care what you put on it!”
Typically the bed he’s in here is Dante’s spot in the family room, but not that day! But see? He even gets the evil Brain eye squint! Or maybe he’s just half awake and pissed at me. Either way.
He’s just lucky he’s so cute and makes your heart melt when he actually allows a snuggle.