At the last third of this bowl of Wilke 10 Downing Street in an undated straight, smooth flame grain Wessex Standard billiard with a brown accent on the tapered black vulcanite stem. I let Tomato the Brave in to eat his wet food, but had to make Harry the Hairy back off because he came to the door, too. I fed him and Daisy the Feral Princess, who actually got out of her chair to walk three feet to the dry food. After Tomato ate, he came up to me for a head scratch, then gently bit my left foot, head butted my leg, and then gave me a "yip", which meant he wanted more rubbing and scratching. Sometimes, it's hard to tell who is worse between him and Daisy. At least he let me stop long enough to post this smoke, as he lays on my feet wanting more. Looks like I won't finish reading baseball box scores tonight.
Right as I was going to post this smoke, Tomato jumped up on my chair, and I spent ten minutes rubbing his ears. He purred up a storm, and has finally settled by my side. I spent nearly this entire smoke giving him attention. He's silly and is a goofball, but he loves me so there's worse things that he could be.
