I got a cute. It's not a picture, but it is about a cat. Two cats, in fact.
Our senior cat came into the kitchen from the garden while I was making a brew. Headbutting my legs, twining around, making a fuss. Got a nearly full bowl of food, so it wasn't that. He was talkative too, and he doesn't normally say much. Kept walking to the steps leading into the lounge, looking at me, then coming back and rubbing against my legs some more. He REALLY wanted me to go sit down.
So, I finish making my tea and am headed to my chair and I look out the open back door. There's a feral cat that's been hanging around sitting on the wall by the door, watching me. Said hi to him, always do, and carried on into the lounge, sat down, and my cat jumped on me and started cuddling. After a couple minutes, I could hear sounds from the kitchen - eating sounds. Soon as I looked towards the kitchen door, our Fleabag started headbutting my face - "pay attention to ME, Daddy. Ignore the kitchen."
After about five minutes, the sounds of eating stopped and I heard the cat leave (our back door is a stable door type, top part is open right now). Soon as the feral left, our cat got up, jumped off my lap and walked off.
The sly little bugger had kept me in the lounge so his friend could eat in peace.
