Playing dead, are we?
Crabapple tree outside the upstairs window. The cat likes to watch bumblebees fly in and out of the blooms.
Just staring at the bees…
I would have drawn from reference, but my cat wanted me to stay at the dining room table.
Less posting, more petting!
First, he forces the door open while I’m on the can. Then, he closes the door. Finally, he stares at me, wanting me to open the door and let him back out.
What? I like to annoy you!