For the past few days, old Mr. Hobbes has been seen here like a naughty school kid peeking under a circus tent. My dad said that used to be a thing.
Anyway, I couldn’t figure out what his deal was until I realized that there is a vent behind this shelf. He only does it when the heat comes on and his fur is wet from the rain.
And here I thought he was such a tough guy and he’s busy blow drying his own hair.
If all the girl kitties could see him now.
Heh, heh.
