Our cat lived a charmed life. Even the baby didn’t bother her, it was just another warm place to stretch out on.

The good ole days…

Then the kid discovered mobility and now the cat is adapting. Our cat has become a grizzled veteran of toddler curiosity. She knows the only safe places are the high ground. Or a bunker.

“You can always tell a cat that has been in the shit… they have the thousand yard stare.”

Don’t believe me?

The best defense, is a good offense… like a goddamned tank.