Oct 4, 2017
So I walk out of my house and turn to lock the door. There is a black cat paused, looking between me and where I know the bin is behind the wall. I lock up and, naturally, make some cooey noises because strokes.
In a flash, 5 cats run in opposite directions from where the bins are. One was on top of the bins, leading what was clearly a cat mafioso gathering of the heads of all the different breeds (there was black, black and white, ginger, tortie and tortie with white belly).
Cravendale called it… #GangsOfCatsWithThumbs
