|Crossing his paws is totally a Harry thing. I often call him Mr. Cross Paws.|
|He has finally succumbed to the fact I no longer get up at 5:30 and no longer asks to come in a get his morning snuggles now until 8:30.|
|My view every time I cook supper. Having his cat tree there has prevented him from getting under foot as much when I'm cooking.|
|Mid yawn, but it looks so funny doesn't it!|
|And here we have Mr. Cross Paws again.|
This morning I heard Kadyn talking to our boy, "Come back here meow! I ain't kitten!" And she wonders why I find it flattering that he follows me around.