Buster is my mom’s cat.
A former stray, he lived in her shrubs until eventually conning his way into her home. He’s been an indoor fixture of endearingly clumsy amusement for a couple of years now.
Buster is a bit of a whiner and has a new trick for when he’s lonely in the night.
Here’s an email I just got from my mom:
That rotten gray hairball got me up at 4 something again this morning!
I’m going to start annoying him when he’s napping. Petty, but satisfying.
Made me smile and further confirms -¬†on several levels – that I am my mother’s daughter. 😉