Petey, supervising my mother's grilling abilities.
aka - hoping for something to drop. It didn't, but I might have slipped him some from the table.
Petey supervising Boomer's undercarriage.
Petey totally worn out from a trip to Nana's house.
Petey the cat fud thief.
With the basement flooding and subsequent renovation, Sophie's food and box has been moved upstairs. On a daily basis, Mr. Pete somehow sneaks upstairs (and then back down), after cleaning her bowl.
I finally caught him in the act - after the fact.
It wasn't the best Sophie pic week. But I do love how she's comfortable enough to lie in the middle of a room. Dog and dads walking around her or over her. She's not afraid of a thing.
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