







Izarra is not a fan of fireworks.
She yells at me every time I approach her, as if I have control of the booms.
My eighteen year old distinguished gentleman, enjoying the morning sun before it turns into a furnace. Editing to add this is also cross-posted in r/stealthbombers
mother is outside when she should be inside feeding me. time to scream 🔊
This one is out for the count having spent all of last night protecting us from all the insects. Open the windows, let in cat toys. The downside of the horrible heat. Even she was too hot. But this weather is perfect. Back on her soft blanket, doing a full chin.