Me and fatty.
Hobbs is sooooo big! Whenever I pick him up he just flops about, unfazed. He sleeps all day, wakes up every morning between 5 and 7 am, and meows in my face until I get up and show him his food. For some reason he needs me to acknowledge there is food in his bowl. Perhaps he wants us to enjoy breakfast together.
And this pretty much explains how kitty petting goes in our house.
Also, I keep forgetting to post that I now have a Tumblr account, go see!
Skirt and hat-Urban Eccentric Vintage
Shoes-Chie Mihara, garage sale