The One Where We Just Look at How Murderously Cute Augie the Cat Is
Augie’s cute, right?
He always looks like he’s playing flirty because his head is, for some mysterious reason, always tilted to his left. It’s an adorable crookedness.
He piles on the cute overload with this morning cuddling like he’s a person. It knocks me over.
And then there’s this. He regularly demonstrates a decent innate sense of my jugular’s location. He likes to crawl under my sweater while I work and commit the cutest attempted murders I’ve ever witnessed at least three times a week.
In the (hopefully unlikely) event of my untimely death, check for tiny puncture wounds and an incidentally flirty-looking marmalade cat. Avoid wearing a sweater.