I love Tucker. Truly. I do. He’s hysterically funny. But…there’s just something so odd about it him.
Even when he’s just cuddling with Penny (hello, is he her *wrap*?) he gets this weird look on his face.
Sitting in the chair by himself, he looks like a little old man. I can’t help but giggle.
Other times, he just looks a bit…menacing.
My Mac (and everything else in this house) is now covered in little kitty teeth marks. He also licks…everything.
Should I be concerned that he’s just gonna *get me* one night while I’m sleeping? Yikes. That’s the look of a cold-blooded killer.
He refuses to cuddle and will not sit on your lap. If you pick him up he whines really loud as though he’s being squeezed. He’s the oddest cat I’ve ever met.
Did I mention that he prances?