Portrait of a cat and his toy.
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I’m sensing a potential series. (Previously.)
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Both Jayne and I appreciate the overwhelming generosity of our friends and family, albeit for slightly different reasons.
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Jayne likes scritches.
He also likes attacking my hoodie drawstrings, which he is doing as I type this into my phone.
Weirdo.
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Four cats on a suitcase, taken last night. The kittens are all tuckered out because we introduced them to THE RED DOT last night. Hilarity ensued, some of it on video, which I promise to post soon. Happy Caturday!
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My brother somehow acquired this picture of my dad’s first cat, Merlin, taken sometime in the mid-80s.
Look at this cat.
Now get the hell away from this cat before he smacks you one.
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