This is my cat. His name is Max. Actually, his name is Emperor Maximilian Cocoapuff the First, but that's tsarinanic's fault. :) Max is a 10-year-old chocolate-point Siamese... he is solid but not fat, he is very loving and rumbly, and he's a little shy. His favorite activities include sleeping and curling up with me when I watch TV - he'll snuggle in and throw a leg across my leg, rest his head in my lap.
I've said before that I have mutant feet. See? I do! The condition is called brachymetatarsia. I leave four-toed footprints and don't do well in high heels. :)
And I figured since I had the camera out, I'd take a picture of what I'm wearing, like whitecrow0 does. This is an outfit of last resort! Skirt because my jeans are in the wash; bra-top tank because my bras are in the wash. Laundry day.
If you're curious: That's the spear and umbrella on one side of the mirror, our ketubah behind it, and the purses hanging on the closet door are gifts from dicotomygrrl and zarhooie. :) The tail on the bed most likely belongs to Jack.