Smug? Maybe. But certainly wise. He’d watch me tidy things up, moving them from one pile to another, and give me that slightly quizzical, slightly superior look, as if to say “Why bother.”
Charlie was a beautiful cat. Thanks for sharing the lovely photo.
You've reminded me though that it's a couple of years or so since I got any decent pictures of my foursome, so I think that I ought to get snapping again ;-)
Having posted a pic of Charlie, I had to post one of his brother, Stripes. This is Stripes sitting on the table waiting patiently for his insulin injection.
As you can see, we have been blessed with beautiful, happy cats.
Stripes knew that the hyperdermic needle I was holding was about to go into his neck, and yet he looked up with his usual affection. After the jab came cuddles; maybe he was looking forward to them.