I've been outside a lot today, causing M.H. quite a bit of worry. M.H. thinks I'm lonely, you see, and that I'm going outside to try and find some handsome mancats to talk to. But, I'm not. Okay, so having a mancat to flirt with would be fun, I admit, but I know that the handsomest mancats of all are my fellow interweb-dwellers, so why look away from the interwebs itself? All the mancats around my house seem to enjoy either bullying me or trespassing and chasing my tailless rodents. I don't understand why.
Just in case you know some single mancats who would like me (and/or would be happy to help get M.H. off my back), here are some photos of me to show them!