An early morning Pywacket
Too sleepy Patachou
Jenny Any Dots
An equally sleepy Bete Noir
TTitan and the reason I don't get more written in the morning
This is our last cat Growltiger. He appeared on stage, liked to sit in the back of moving vans, adored riding in cars and visiting 'In N Out Burger' (there was usually a treat for him in the bag) and he loved to sit in birds' nests. For scale, he is five months old in this photo, so you can guess how big he got. We lost him to congestive heart failure at 16. He was one of a kind, to be sure.