Biscuit is two years old today! Woo! Or tomorrow perhaps… we estimated his birthday as he was a feral and we don’t know exactly when he was born. I’m so proud, he’s grown into such a zen kitty. Still a bastard cat, but so wise.
Sunning himself on our back porch. Nothing finer. Except a moobie of him not moving and Butter being giddy.
For a Biscuit retrospective, please visit my Cat Category!
And the obligatory Buttery Nipple shots.