We had a cat that loved his "Shotguns" on Friday and Saturday nights. He would come running as soon as we lit up. He would jump up on the arm of my chair and get right in my face, take in my exhale then put his nose on mine to get hit #1, then he would jump over to the wife and repeat the process. We many a laugh at his antics, sometimes he would come back for more hits as the evening went by.
I don't know how much nor how, but my wife would fix him a little treat almost daily. When he finally got hit by a car, we figured he was 17 years young. He never did show any signs of aging
I don't know how much nor how, but my wife would fix him a little treat almost daily. When he finally got hit by a car, we figured he was 17 years young. He never did show any signs of aging