This is Cooper.
He's not my cat, and sadly, he lives far enough way that it's a train ride to visit him.
Of course, with the social isolation, even that's not possible right now.
So, his second assistant sends me photos. He's on her bookshelf here.
He's plotting, as you can see.
What's he plotting?
Well, that orange cylinder thing has treats in it.
And don't think for a second that Cooper doesn't know this.
First step, get it off the shelf.
Second step, gaze at the second deputy firmly, so she knows to open the container.
We had some great words for Jeff yesterday:
Master of the Watch
chutzpah-ish (or chutz-paw-ish?)
Mine was boulevardier.