Prior to getting our own cat, Inna and I welcomed her mother’s cat into our house for three weeks while she was traveling. Kika aka Pumpy is quite a character, known for hiding her toys (and the occasional passport book) in caches underneath rugs, staring you down with her thoroughly cross-eyed gaze, and her extremely broad range of utterly incomprehensible vocalizations.
Here are a handful of shots I took to remember her visit by. As always, click for teh bigness.