This is Martini. I would LOVE for him to hang out with me. But he's almost 15 and, with his arthritis, just isn't comfortable lying on the back patio anymore.
This is Dylan, one of our asshole cats. I mean, all cats are assholes but Dylan ranks high among them all (which is why I love the guy). He happily hangs out with me while I have a cigar on the back patio. Although, I believe, he lies at my feet because it's dark out and he is hoping I trip over him, fall and hit my head on the patio, and die.
Because, if you've not picked up on it yet, he's an asshole