Eleven said good morning to ME at 5:38 a.m. I brought him up in bed with me to sleep but he thought my head was the perfect place to practice his dance steps while he sang to me in the letter of Meow.
“Dad, can you take ME to a “Heat” game?”
“Listen mister, if you’re going to make my legal papers one of your spots, I expect a full brief in the morning!”
Putty tats is soo silly.
My son researched his breed and the Korat, rhymes with Borat, nails it.
“It is an intelligent and playful[1] active cat that forms strong bonds with people and is very vocal”
“Traditionally, they are given in pairs to newlyweds or people who are highly esteemed, for good luck. Until recently, Korats were not sold, but only given as gifts.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korat
My guess is he’s part Korat or a similar breed.
Me: I don’t have to get married now, do I?
