Kris was strutting around the kitchen floor the other day. He was so darn proud of himself until — in walked the cat. Kris squawked and flew off in panic. I don’t know why he bothered to panic. The cat was ignoring him and heading to her food dish. Frankly Scarlet, she didn’t give a damn.
Later Kris was climbing all over me. Sweetheart, I’m not a jungle gym. I just play one on TV (no). He even climbed on top of my head. Kris is my new hat, one of the latest fashion trends.
I just wish he’d stay still long enough so I could get better pictures. When he does sit still, he is up on a curtain rod or atop high furniture where the angles aren’t good.