I’m finally the owner of a nifty fifty. Look at it; bask in its beauty:
Naturally, I took it out for a spin as soon as I’d unleashed it from its packaging. And naturally my poor unassuming fur baby was my subject.
Mick always show-boats in front of the camera. He led me over to the firs and clawed his way up the nearest tree. This is why he’s called “tree cat”:
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