I would love to be a record store cat. My late kitty loved jazz and Sinatra.
She hated when I would play rock.
Thank you, Slings. I’ve seen two or three of them before, but it’s always nice to get a refresher with more information.
Thanks for the adorable pix.
My friend was a property manager of various apartment complexes. She’d take cats home who had been left and abandoned by their owners. One big cat, T.J. got up every morning, strolled two blocks to the saloon, spent the day there imbibing heaven only knows what, then came home at night to sleep. T.J. was something of a celebrity.