Confused malcontents swilling Chardonnay while awaiting the Zombie Apocalypse.
This is them now.
They both have to follow me into the bathroom every morning, then proceed to start playfighting.
This continues down the hall and into the kitchen.
The only concern with bulldogs are the eyes. The squashed noses make them more susceptible to cat scratches.
They are so cute together. You are one lucky furbaby momma.
So many of those cats appeared to have just had enough baby for one day.
Some of them remind me of a line in the song "Juan Sin Miedo".
"Hay un tigre sin comer"