Don't Insult My Intelligence

Coming toward the end of the day with no blip...lots of cats around. The evil twins were waiting for their chicken to be cooked. On taking it out of the oven I showed it Brian, chicken in one hand and camera in the other. Brian spotted it for what it was, a potential photo opportunity. Sat on the bin and waiting for the magic microwave to open....

Brian was not in the mood.

Brian was not amused.

This look of disdain is something only a cat could manage.


No tame animal has lost less of its native dignity or maintained more if its ancient reserve. The domestic cat might rebel tomorrow.

William Conway