My boy. He’s been a part of our lives for almost 16 years.
With age, he’s become demanding, high-maintenance and a stickler for routine.

He loves to nap in the sunshine or sprawled across our laps.
He eats three times a day and when he is hungry, he will not stop complaining until his meal is before him. Fortunately his projectile vomiting habit can now be classified as “infrequent” rather than “daily.”
He’s nosy and wants to be wherever we are, but he also has sudden urges to bolt to the other room for no apparent reason. His tail makes regular appearances during my work video conferences.
And he loves us.

He’s woven into the fabric of my family and we love him.
We love this goofy, lovable, beautiful little lump of a grumpy old man.