I’d taken out a drawer to rearrange its contents, and heard a yowl when I went to put it back in.
Brawny Boy
He’s always been Betty’s boy, but sometimes he tolerates me. Just look at that big arm! Fearsome beastie.
Stogie
Endymion with a catnip cigar he got for Christmas. I had a lot of scratches on my hands by the time he was through.
Aurora Drawerealis
Soon, I’ll see her soon. In the meantime she’s living in a chest of drawers. Not really. She just likes some peace, sometimes.
Aurora the Explorer
I miss her so much, so I had Betty send me a photo. She is of course making sure my pillow is full of her fur for my return.
& Before you assume otherwise, that’s just a sinus mask hanging on the back of the bed, nothing kinkier.
Barcode This
Aeneas, modeling the latest in butt-wear for the feline set. (He’s so naturally modest.)
things do not bode well for our intrepid mouse explorer
(wow do i miss the little orange kid.)
It’s My Other Cat in a Box
Not in a hat.
Not in a bowl.
Not in a basket, carried by a troll.
It’s My Cat in a Box
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But it is, big Endymion, in his favorite box.
Winter Sleep
To round out the year, our big Endymion sleeping contentedly on one of my favorite sweaters. Endymion has long been a fool for sweaters; one of Betty’s can’t be worn anymore because Endymion made it his bed for so long, and stretched out parts of it with his kneading.