pic is Snacks the cat, Best Coast Bethany’s ginger kit
The cat twisted her head slightly and blinked. She was dedicated and sunken deeply into the process of looking inquisitive and disdainful. With her nose to the scales of judgement and her warm paw pads on the cliff edge of disorder. She could cause a screaming, rioting, hazardous mess. Everything could go awry with just the flick of a tail too many, and a dilated pupil filled with just a little bit too much irritation. She would be wild for a few seconds. Then walk away with her head held high, her whiskers straight and just the pounding of her slightly raised heartbeat resonating until she gets to the emerald green tree she likes to sit under.