After a rousing game of bottle cap hockey, (the goal is in your favorite shoe) Booker needs a snack and yours will do nicely.
This former, farm cat has a bit of an identity crisis.
He's dressed like a cow with black and white spots.
Booker acts like a chicken when anyone comes to the door. He even peed on me once to get away from a first-grade girl!
He dreams of being a swamp monster. He hides behind the shower curtain and jumps out to scare people.
He's part fainting goat. Booker falls to his side and offers up his tummy every (I really do mean every) time you climb the stairs.
Booker really should have been born as a dog. He greets me when I come home. He comes when you call him. He wags his tail. He is 100% a food hound. He carries sticks and hockey pucks (aka plastic bottle caps) in his mouth. Most importantly, he is very loyal.