Hanklin loves his fruits and veggies.
Anytime I'm slicing, dicing, or just eating something fruity or vegtastic [it's a word if I say it's a word], Hank goes crazy yowling at my feet. Then I give him a bite of whatever I'm eating and he's happy.
I am not now, nor will I ever be a crazy cat lady. I just happen to live in a teeny-tiny apartment with a quirky cat and if you want me to blog, Hank will be included. Frequently. If he were a dog it wouldn't be weird. If I weren't single you'd never utter the words "crazy cat lady" at me. So leave me alone.