I was jus chillen in the hatch of my Outback, playing bass before band practice, when Barn Cat hopped in with me for some pettin’ and lovin’.
I don’t know its real name, but it’s always hanging around the barn where we practice. One day it attacked and killed a bird right in front of me and then looked me straight in the eyes as if to say “You see that? I’m a badass motherfucker.” Yes you are, Barn Cat. Yes you are.
So… um… while in Toronto… we saw this…
Don’t be fooled, she loves me.
Dis is Lola. :)
Mom and Calli.
For someone who never let me have a pet, my mom sure loves pets…
One of these days I’ll learn how to use my camera to shoot non-shitty pictures of people.
(via abless : flickr)