BFTC, Cowboy and Explorer

Benjamin Franklin Thunder Cat, Cowboy and Explorer.
Loaf.
Fur Carpet.
Gopher Gutter.
Rat Slayer.
Woojie-woojie Fur Baby.
Beastie.
Muffin of Love.

He picked a good spot for this nap.
In the sun, which is always an irresistible nap inducer.
But it's also strategic, because he is behind the sofa, and from the look of things, I never go behind the sofa... not to pick up, or vacuum, or rouse lumbering slumbering Thunder Cats. I doubt the shop vac could handle all this clutter anyway, so he's safe enough... for now.


No one suspected, four years ago, that the tiny kitty package that was Benjamin Franklin would ever grow in to a fearless hunter, mighty conqueror of the wild. Coddled and cuddled, we never let his furry toes touch a thorny path. We never risked his tail to the perils of the great outdoors.


He really was a Woojie woojie Baby Muffin of Fur Love.
Now he lurks in the shrubbery and bares his fearsome fangs. He roves. He stalks. He conceals a vorpal sword. His paws are no longer tufted, soft and clean. He is a Thunder Cat, a Cowboy, and Explorer.

When I need a small dose of kitty, I go check on Seph, at "Little Orange Kitten." He's progressing very well, after a very uncertain start. He will be a Cowboy and Explorer some day too, maybe a beekeeper as well.