I mean seriously - how cute is he?
Little Mo was the Worlds Worst Barncat. So we moved him inside and now he is not even remotely interested in going back outside. For anything. Ever. I mean never. If I open the door he runs the other way.
While our boy Shine is The King of Barncats wields his "Daggers of Doom" and strikes fear into the hearts of rodents everywhere... Little Mo just doesn't have that killer instinct. So we call him Mr. Doom Spoons. A more subdued version of "daggers of doom."
Pretty much Little Mo just lazes about all day... being cute. Doing cute things. Making cute noises. Little Mo's whole world consists of snuggling, lounging, having his yums, and trying to get the other cats to lick his face. That's all. He's not very deep, but we sure love him.
Now, has everyone recovered from yesterday's butchering post? If not...gaze into the cuteness that is Mr. Doom Spoons....resistance is futile.....