Bristol...how could you NOT love her? Reminds me of a quote. My cat is a she, not to be confused with the "he" used:
"He drank out of puddles in the bathtub, and the kitchen sink, and the pond, and didn't touch his water bowl.
He'd walk in the house and just meow over and over again, just to let us know he was there.
He climbed up on the roof, and got in my room through the attic window.
He caught mice, brought them, still living, into the house. And promptly lost them.
If you left a big enough box lying around, he'd just go sit in it. Just sit in it. And look at you. Like "Hey. I'm in a box."
I'm not a photographer by any means, but I really liked this pic
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Fraod Says:
Aw! What a great quote too...This all makes me wanna find my cats and just squeeze 'em! (Only one would enjoy it, probably) Bristol is beeyutiful...and she looks like she's purring. Fat happy cat, she looks so shnuggable.