Scruff.
Yes, we have two cats. Scruff adopted us seven years ago, as a scrawny kitten (probably dumped from a car, unfortunately not an unheard of event around here). For a while he was the youngest of three cats, but now he has reached top place in the pecking order, and bosses Ninja around.
He is an extremely photogenic cat, but on this particular day was not in a posing mood:
However this was all an act (perhaps he’s a Diva in disguise?). Two minutes later he lay down and posed for the camera:
Isn’t his tabby camouflage perfect for the under-tree setting? I am not quite sure how to categorise his expression though – is that resignation, condescension, or pure ‘look at me, am I not gorgeous’?
