Conor with Tonks and Popcorn, our barn cats (who obviously stay in the barn and never come inside.)
Our "vicious" alley cat, Boy Cat, who adopted us in St. Louis.
ummm...tonks in the barn?
There. See? Tonks in the barn.
You can meow at the door all you want. When I open it, the wall of snow will still be there.
Boy Cat's lack of interest in interspecies friendships has never deterred his admirers.