This is Jack.
Jack Sparrow.
Jack Sparrow.
I didn't name him. The kids next door to Momsporchistan did, since, officially, he lives at their house. I had originally named him "Gill, the mer-cat," because the tufts of stuff going on behind his ears reminded me of ... well, you can figure it out.
Mom, however, decided he was too ornery for her tastes -- he kept picking fights with all the other animals on the block, and, in general made a nuisance of himself. She named him "L.S." She said it stands for "Little Sh...shtinker."
Here's his tummy as, a few days after the above pics were taken (after he'd lost most of the tufts and gained a collar), he tries to steal one of Kokopelli's favorite toys from Momsporchistan.
Don't forget to check out other beasties -- tummies or no -- at Modulator's Friday Ark, and stop by CoTC, this past Sunday hosted at the Bad Kitty Cats Journal, and will be hosted next weekend by Missy, KC, ML et al.
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