This is Winston. He's my only male among three females ~ all fixed and he's my Baby!
He is also quite a unique character...
Winston and his mother, Molly...
when she isn't reproving him with a bat to the ear or a whack on the head for some imagined offense or just because its Tuesday.
A winter days slumber on the old rocking chair.
This, I have no explanation for!
He's just 'Winston'
Is it morning yet? Or... What do you mean its Monday, what happened to my day off, Sunday?
Winter's day nap.
Back in March, we had a nice day and this was as far as Winnie was going to enjoy the great outdoors ~ and that, was that!
So, how many cats to you know who habitually lay like this?
Winston, inquiring after butter for his morning toast. Where's my Toast??
Winston strongly suspects someone, who is not a family member, is on top of the fridge...
I have a plastic covering over the window so Winston can't climb up. Instead he's investigating an unusually bright orb in the night sky. Oh, what can it be???
These are only a few reason as to why he's my baby!