Day 27 - What The Hell Alfred

It's getting late.  Nearly 9pm.  I've eaten all the food in the world today and I still need to take a picture of Alfred.  He gets on the blanket and starts kneading with his butt towards me and his head facing away.  This won't do.  I wolf whistle.  The vain little bugger looks around.  I snap a picture.  And what he's thinking shows in his face.  What.  The.  Hell?