This is the classic tabby cat that I feed. I can’t help it. He hisses like hell at me but he doesn’t mean it. It is just programmed behavior. Defensive. He wants to be loved…and fed. At the moment his “owner” is not feeding him because I am 😉 I know it is wrong in so many ways but I can’t say No to a cat who asks for anything. The cat’s owner should realise that and take charge.
I think it is a good picture. The camera was a Sony Cyber-shot G. The “classic” refers to the blotched tabby pattern as opposed to the mackerel and spotted. He has a superb pattern. I feed his sibling as well who is a spotted tabby with an equally beautiful coat.
Note: I have photoshopped the picture in responding to Marc’s comment below about the bird shit and the bell on the collar. Both have been removed.
Marcus, you are the best on this helluva planet. I was out with my ginger cat. After the noise died down. He showed me the “star” in the sky. Guess what. It wasn’t a star at all, but a satellite. He couldn’t see that, thank goodness. He’s blind in his left field. Michael’s dear friend, you keep on looking upat those stars. Doesn’t matter where we live, does it? (If my Shrimp could have a kitten, he would send it (neath the seat) directly to you.
Am I right or am I wrong? (Katzchen.)umlauten das fur mich, bitte schon”
We love; we lost. To my own naivete’ ? grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I will not relinquish my life to the absurdities. Neither will any of you, meine Freundichle Katze.
Ollie was nineteen ha! the best most the best.
Why are you using the Sony? Where is your Canon; not good enough for this moggie? (who looks like the spittin’ image of my Oliver cat. passed away. last year. She gave birth to Muckaluk, before being spayed. Didn’t have the money to get her spayed, for she got “knocked up.” wow. Ruth, shoot help me out here, girl.
I think we have a troll.