Island Life

Island Life
Worship me.

Life on Kea. My schedule is demanding: nap on the bed, nap in the courtyard, eat a bug, nap under a tree. Somewhere in between, accept belly rubs.

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In my element.

A cream and ginger tabby lies on his back on a person's lap, getting a belly rub.
Belly rub, chair edition. I allowed it.

Today came the red collar. Dad said it was so people would know I am high society now. I said it makes me look like a gentleman. We were both right.