Honestly it seems like a fine solution on both sides.
“You have secured yourself an honored platform and you interact with it. Please buy me my own honored platform, so that we may remain as equals in the matter of the computer. Thank you for your attention to this matter.”
There was a little cat that used to accompany me on my walk home from work most nights. I would walk through this pretty quiet neighborhood, and the cat if he was outside would run up and walk along with me. Like “Oh shit, we buddies, let’s go on patrol together.” Eventually, it would be too far and he would take his leave. Then, same thing next night.
Wonderful stuff, man.
I have never seen a bright blue eye like that on an orange cat. I think Photoshop is definitely a possibility, but also, sometimes nature just does a wild artistic cat for all of us.
Cat: Am I a punchline to you? I murder motherfuckers for a living Jessica
My sister had a cat who was declawed (not by her), medicated, old, sort of inbred, and had lived inside all his life. A more harmless cat you could barely imagine. He regularly found it a challenge to drink his water without fucking it up, and spent a lot of time just staring at the wall.
He once found a moth that was already damaged when he got to it, and successfully killed it. He carried the moth around in his mouth, clearly basking in the intoxicating flood of pride of the hunter he was feeling, for almost an hour before eating the whole thing.