Peachcat in August

PeachCat. Rescued from the pound. Adopted because he was the right color. He came to us as a skinny little kitten who tore through the house, up the walls, and over the dog. Somewhere along the way he turned into a complacent middle-aged gentleman cat.

When I make him truly angry he retaliates by going outside and lying under the birdfeeder. As long as he pouts, no one eats.