This is my cat, Buster
His Royal Highness knows exactly how gorgeous he is.
The other day I found him waiting patiently in the sink.
He wanted a drink.
Fresh from the faucet.
He's a little spoiled.
"Enough pictures, Woman."
I hear him sigh.
"Can I please have my drink now?"
I'm sorry, buddy. Just can't resist one more.
Check out that look of patient suffering.
He's such a martyr.
Don't be fooled. He got his drink. He always does. Right before I brush my teeth every night he jumps up and hogs the sink with his furry behind while I patiently wait for him to drink his fill. Then he hurries and hops on the bed to spread out and hog as much of the foot space as possible before we get there. Yep, it's good to be King.
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