Day 92 - My cat loves KFC

Tonight we thought we'd treat ourselves to a bit of KFC.
Alfred thought he'd treat himself to some of our KFC too.
Alfred thought wrong.

Day 91 - Mao On The Trot

I went to take my daily picture of Mr Alfred Mao.
He trotted away.
I trotted after him.
He trotted away some more.
I trotted after him some more.
Then I got sick of trotting after him and just jammed the camera in his face.
Hot to trot.

Day 90 - A Mao By Any Other Name

It's a sad fact that Alfred didn't know his name for years.
I think it's because he was called Tinky or Winky or something for the first four months of his life.
Then we adopted him and quickly gave him a name that befitted his haughty nature.
Now whenever he's being particularly mao-y we just call his name and he shuts up.
For a second.
Like the one below where he was maoing for food despite having some in his bowl.

One blissful second.

Day 89 - A Huntin' Mao Will Go

Something caught Mao's eye while he was getting his nightly brushing.

It took his eye so much that he ditched the brushing for some scouting.

Which lasted a good 20 minutes.

It was really cute too, he kept batting at nothing.

Does that mean he's going mental?

Ah well.

He can join the club.

Day 88 - Lazy Me Lazy Mao

Alfred Mao and I have spent the day mostly being lazy.
Mostly I'm on the couch.
Mostly he's on his seat.
Once he was on the couch with me and we both had a nap.
Inbetween those times we've been busy.
Me cleaning.
Him prowling.
Now we're both on our thrones again.
And it's from my throne that I took this picture of him on his throne.
Where it was his turn to clean.

Day 87 - One of the Girls Mao

Tonight some friends and I watched Bridesmaids.
Good movie.
Enjoyable.
Alfred watched it with us.
Actually Alfred watched us watching it.
A little unnerving.
He's not watching us here.  He's watching nothing.
Also unnerving.

Day 86 - Watchdog Cat

Who needs a dog to take care of you when you've got Alfred.
He sleeps whilst other cats cockily walk past the front door.
But the moment an imaginary animal comes along he races to the door and peers out with all the intensity of a young boy looking at his first porn magazine.
Maybe he's a sensitive and is looking at the ghosts of cats.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he's just trying to trick us into thinking he's worth keeping around because he's alert to the smallest danger, rather than the medium sized dangers.
Yeah.
That's gotta be it.
Good Mao.