Mancat Monday

Today, I'm reporting to you from the top of the Tower of Terror.  The tippy top of the Tower is about eleventy squillion feet above the ground.  Dad and The Mom can't even reach me up here.  Plus, our hot air blower thingys are in the ceiling so I'm much closer to the warms than anyone else. Yes, I'm stealing your warms.  #sorrynotsorry

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to sit at the top of the Tower of Terror and shoot lazer beam eyes at your The Mom.

Tazo Tuesday

Trying to sleep here, Mama.  Please come back later.

Tazo Tuesday

Here I am in another part of the Tower of Terror.  Neither of us have ever tried this part.  Daddy put me in there just to see what I would do.  He didn't think I'd like it.  Well, I showed him.  I took a bath and then took a nap.  It's pretty comfy, but it's at a good level for Mama to swing by and smooch on me (which is not fun if you're trying to sleep), so I'm not sure how this is going to work out.  Maybe I'll just hang out in here when she's at work. hee hee

Mancat Monday

This is the tippy top of our Tower of Terror.  I like to hang out up here and look down on The Mom.  heh heh