By popular demand (of Mandy):
What’s missing from the first photo is the teeny-tiniest tip of his tongue sticking out, which is how he looks most of the time. He also stares like that. It’s a little unnerving, but I know he glowers with love. The second photo contains what appears to be an angelic Wheat Thin. I think Pete was awaiting his bowl of chili – alas, it never came.
Thus endeth the kitty parade. And my workweek. Bon!
Note: For those confused or concerned, Pete is Bryan’s cat, not mine. Though I love him as if he were mine. The end.