Hugh’s not a jumper, which is fortuitous since I can keep him off the bed (it’s high), because he’d fall asleep on it and — well, you know the rest. He’d also be stealing food off the counter, too. Instead he resorts to trying to climb up my leg. David’s ex-wife had Hugh declawed when he was a kitten, which makes climbing anything difficult for him.
Anyways, if Hugh were a jumper, you can bet I’d be trying to take photos of him in the air, like junku’s done here. This set is wacky!



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