This is Biscuit Face.
Biscuit Face, or BF, is a neighbour cat who pops round for a chat every now and then.
I call him BF because the first time he came over, Molly was very unimpressed and was Not Friendly. She hissed and ran away and refused to come out and be friends. She was being a Garbage Face.
BF, on the other hand, was being exceptionally sweet and friendly. So he became Biscuit Face.
When I first saw him, I wasn't even sure if he was a cat. He was sitting at the back door with all his winter fluff on, looking like an enormous possum/cat/freak.
BF is a bit of an idiot. He's very friendly and playful, but if he decides you've done something wrong, he gets very bitey and scratchy, and not in a playful way.
I accidentally stuck my finger in his ear when I scratched his head so he was probably justified in getting snarky today.
Then he really wanted to come inside.
He tried being cute. (I don't know why his mouth is open. Was he meowing? Yawning? No idea)
He tried to claw the front door open!
I said No.
Then I said Yes.
He burned up the hall so fast I couldn't get a decent photo of him inside the house. Luckily, he headed straight for the back door (wailing his head off the whole time, so Molly got completely freaked out).
And straight into the backyard, where he belongs.
He has lovely blue eyes, but it's cloudy today so they don't show up very well. I always take about 50 million photos of him when he comes over so I'm sure I'll have better ones sooner or later.
I love BF.