My cats sit by the glass storm door and watch me go through it. Not a whisker twitch to move. They are inside only and have no real desire to go out. All my cats have been like that. They are spoiled rotten and know it. Not willing to give up a good thing.
My cats sit by the glass storm door and watch me go through it. Not a whisker twitch to move. They are inside only and have no real desire to go out. All my cats have been like that. They are spoiled rotten and know it. Not willing to give up a good thing.