Tuesdays are cool because we both "qualify" for the day.
Here I am showing off my tortie colors as I nap on one of my kitchen chairs. Mom is threatening to get all new chair cushions because they're getting worn and my fur is embedded in the fabric. So, what's wrong with that?
And here I am on a Jake Highway patrol. My grandpa used to talk about the bull's-eyes on my sides. Do you think that hip retail store would like me for a commercial, or do you think I'm disqualified since I'm not red and white?