Our dear Earl Grey lost his battle with kidney disease last week. My dad tried to console me that he had a great life, and paid me a backhanded compliment: "You're so good to your cats! You're almost as nice to people!"
We thought we'd see how Vasil McNut did as an only cat, but immediately, he turned into a needy, yowling fuckface, so we got him a brother.
Meet Mandrake! The shelter we adopted him from was calling him Candy Cane. We thought
that was a bit ridiculous, and Mandrake sounds close enough that he
already knows his name.
Does he look like a big Oreo cookie or what? And he has adorable white socks.
Doesn't he look serious? (Portrait by Mr. RK. I told him he could go into pet photography. And yes, there is a sideline of business in that area.)
He and Vasil are becoming buddies. Stay tuned for lolcats.
Oh hell, why wait?
My dad is right - they do lead the good life (see Vasil below.)