I’m really a happy cat, it’s just that I was cursed with this angry expression, and it makes me look unapproachable. And so people tend to avoid me, they don’t make eye contact or ask me how I’m doing. Is that so much to ask? A little “hey, how’s it going” once and a while? I mean, am I radioactive or something? It’s enough to make one grumpy.
The classic self-fulfilling prophecy, Andrew Y.
Come snuggle with me, kitty.
(Do I see a teeny tongue?)
That fur makes for one snuggly kitty. Kind of fur you just want to smoosh.
You do look a tad angry but I’ll go ahead and ask: hey, how’s it going? 😘
That precious grump face could almost out do a rottie, pittie or dolby’s protective face. I wouldn’t do anything to cross his/her path, unless granted permission. Yet that grump face makes this cat, adorable looking.
It’s the eyebrows.
Still a luscious cutie to me. I want to boop their disapproving nose.
Looks like a jazz cat to me. Check out the goatee.
I see Wilford Brimley.
I see Robert Morley.