I’m ready for my closeup

Bentley hasn’t been getting a lot of photo love these days. That’s because it’s prime hunting season, and he’s not around much. (The birds are back, but don’t know yet to watch out for the black death machine.) When he remembers to come home, it’s because he’s in need of some serious slumber, preferably nestled in the flannel comforter on our bed.

Nothing about his cuteness here excuses the fact that he bit me on the leg this evening, though. I picked up his wet food dish, retrieved the can of wet food from the fridge, and then got lost in conversation with Nick. When his near constant meowing didn’t result in any wet food being set on the floor, he decided a little chomp was in order. Who taught him that this was okay?! Sheesh…