I got home one day last week, and decided to just stand in my kitchen to see how Browning would react. He spent about 5 minutes sitting on the floor meowing at me. Then he decided to jump up on the counter directly across from me, as to be the same height as me.
In the photo above, he clearly knows that his little cat ass does not belong on the counter…but he’s going to sit there anyway.
“Hmm, maybe if I look over here, she’ll stop staring.”
“I’ll try direct eye contact with this bitch I guess.”
And, Browning’s ultimate way to say, “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR COUNTER!” is with this stupid face.