Tenzing thinks I took the day off for no other reason than to hold and
cuddle him. He might be right.
Jeff's first contra dance post-accident.
Edmund, you may be a bitey little bastard but you just made Jeff's day. Being remembered by our cats makes him feel a little more normal.
They don't give two flips about raw meat but heaven help you if you bring anything with tomato sauce in the house. Somewhere along the way, something went very wrong with these two.
Rough life, sweet kitty.
Jacob writing postcards to his kids at Cathedral Caverns.
Everywhere he goes, he manages to chat and make friends. I envy that about him.
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