Quit with the pictures, Lady!

Pan is not a lap cat.  He prefers to torture Leonard and Eleanor and he is not sure who I am and why I keep trying to hold him and get him to say cheese for the camera.  Um...can't you see I have stuff to chew on and litter rocks to throw on the floor?  Don't interrupt.  Rude. I don't go around bothering you. Lol.  My coke baby.