KPotD #275: Grumpmuffin

This is the coldest Halloween week we’ve had in ages. While I’m sitting here wondering if we’ll get enough trick-or-treaters to get rid of the mountain of candy I bought, Oscar is curled up on the bed in a bit of a mood.

“Why must you constantly photograph me, woman?”

He had been a sleeping grumpmuffin, but he woke up as I clicked the button. That is a museum-quality stinkeye.

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