by I’m slapping up a couple a cat shots. This was my Valentine’s Day. I was without a boyfriend. AGAIN. So it was me and the furballs. We had a lovely evening of guilty-pleasure tv and food treats for everyone. Finney doesn’t love Bleeck any more than usual, but he seems to have accepted the situation. He doesn’t appear to be miserable all the time, but …
He does assume this face a lot, which to me says: The minute you leave the room I’m killing him.
