So, which one of my bad kitties do we have here peeking out from behind my living room chair? No white whiskers, so it can’t be Ody. If it’s a fraidy cat, it can only be my poor pussycat Biskit. It was time to change out the litterbox, so that meant I needed to fetch a trash bag. Ody’s somewhat gotten over his fear of crinkling plastic. Biskit on the other hand…. well, he hauled tail and found a place to hide before I could even get the bag out of the box. When I saw him peeking out from the notch between the chair cushion and the arm, I just had to get the camera… as great Biskit shots are rare indeed (I almost had him after he wound up trapping himself in a cardboard box the other day, but he freed himself before I could get the camera out).
Oh, those mysterious cat eyes. Are they busy surveying the terrain for enemy plastic bags, or possibly even plotting revenge on the person who would dare bring such monsters into his domain? Take it easy, Biskit…. just remember who feeds you every morning!