Sylvester the joker
Sylvester is many things. He is the sleeper. He is the creeper. He is the midnight peeper.
Some people call me the gangster of kitty treats
Here he is, along with the treats, my dark beer, the cat corrector (squirt-squirt-squirt), the catnip, and my husband’s wimpy wheat beer. He fears nothing. Except the cat corrector.
There’s the shy Sylvester.
People keep talking about me
And then there is Sylvester the slob.
Space cowboy or pompitus of love?
He’s the cutest thing I ever did see.
He sure is a cute kitty cat!
Nice fashion contrast with the collar!
Midnight peepers, in my experience, usually leave paths of destruction behind them.
He’s getting bolder every day, but so far so good.
He looks like quite the character. Love that last photo.
Hey, I like wheat beers!
I like them, too, but Leah thinks if I drink darker beers it will put some hair on my chest. (Leah reads comment and gives sarcastic laugh)