Since many of you seem to like cats, and I don't feel like thinking, here's a shot of Billy taking a walk in my shoes. He wants to go biking!
I keep the front door open so he can look out at night. We're sitting there watching Bones (and I'm trying to put together my Ikea stuff but it's also a pain in the ass), and he starts growling and heads towards the front door. Another cat was sitting right at the front door looking in. How do they know when a new cat's in town???? Billy did a great puffing up and side walking and hissing, but I had to ultimately shoo the cat away. It had a collar on, so it belongs somewhere.