The Toilet Paper Terminator

Yes, this picture was taken two and a half years ago, but Paulie, my toilet paper terminator, was up to his old tricks this morning around 4 am. I awoke to hear his usual melancholy voicings in the bathtub, which prompted me to see what he was in to. Yup, he had attacked the toilet paper roll but I couldn't find a camera for proof. Come on, it WAS 4am! So I hunted this one up out of my archives. Him and those big eyes of his. I love his goatee and the little tip of white on the end of his tail. He is his daddy's cat through & through. I am "tolerated" for brushings when Jeff isn't around. That's ok. I have four others that follow me around like the Pied Piper of Feline Freedom, so I'm not envious by any means, trust me. I just love to catch this guy in the act of being bad. He's such a love. He snow mouses your feet when you're sound asleep and can trill a lovely tune while staring at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He'll come to sit next to you on the couch, sometimes resting his front paws heavily on your leg while he dilates his eyes wide open at you, as if to mesmerize you. Other times, he likes to lay against my leg to make his daddy jealous, and it usually works. Especiaaly if he stretches out a paw on me and gives me "The Look" before secretly glancing aat Jeff to see if he's watching. It's a fun game. He is the Toilet Paper Terrorist in our household, what can I say? He was named for a character off the Sopranos, it fits him.