I Meow at You

While on my way to Politicon sunday, I saw this little guy waiting for the gold line. A foster, about a month old. Seems a bit young to be taken from mom but I believe in good hands. Real friendly, rubbed it’s head on fingers. Almost makes me miss the days my cats were still kittens. Keyword, almost, because I do not miss them attacking my feet as I slept.

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