The many moods of Tober

I hear mutterings and murmurings that some of my staff think that I am a grumpy-looking cat. I think my face is very handsome and expressive.

For example, here I am mimicking the unhappy-face on the pen:


Really, I am only pretending to be unhappy here--if the pen had been turned around to the happy side, I would have smiled, too.

Here I am excited about my straw:


Here I am partying with my little maraca:


Here I am deviously plotting to capture some birdies (if I ever escape to Outside):


Here I am happy to see my Photographer:


So you see, I am a very expressive Cat! Every time a new situation arises, I practically transform into a whole new Tober! I do not know what my coworkers are talking about, do you?

Master of Disguise,

Tober