Pouncing

If you have a cat, you know what random looks like. Also, every time I tried to move so I could have clear pictures Hank would try to sit in my lap, so these are a bit more blurry than I would prefer. [READ: photo quality sucks.]

Vhat, ist dis? 

[You'll notice he's not actually going after the trash sitting next to him.]

I vill get it dead.

It's killing time.

Don't tell anyone I'm a pansy.

Let dem think zees ist the real me.

Speed like lightening.

Claws of steel.

I haz ups.

**Disclaimer**
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. This is not me. This is not me. This is not me. [That last one is actually kind of sad.] So leave me alone. 

Haterz.