This will be a page where I post the hungry, possessive stares I get from cats as I walk by them on the streets by where I live. My whole life, cats have been creatures that curl up with me, play with socks, and appreciate itches under their chins.
Here, cats have one mission: survival. And, when they look at me, every ounce of their furry selves silently growls their serious lives at me.
There are more pictures I stole of more felines on a recent walk around Juffair. But, apparently their stares are too intense for the blog at the moment. The day will come.
Cat stand off. I sort of sympathized with the black and white one because he was the less dominant one, I think. I could tell because he actually came up to me afterwards. Rabid? No. Friendly? Yes. And yes, I let him rub up against my legs. Yes I did, yes I did. It was glorious. I miss that so much! And yes I did wash my pants straight-away afterwards.
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