well, after two years of hemming and hawing, knox and i finally bit the bullet and packed bob up to bring him to france. got his shots and kitty valium, had a chip installed in his neck, filled out all the necessary american and french paperwork... knox said no one even glanced his direction as he carried bob through french customs. just goes to show you...
anyway, bob is here... and we no longer sleep through the night. he still likes banging on our doors at 4am and is still smitten by the sound of "twinkle twinkle little star" - these are constants. he has also - unexpectedly - taken to hanging out on the modem and has discovered a real taste for rabbit... i wish we had leash trained him so that i could take him for walks... but that's not going to happen. i've got a new camera these days, and so far, he tolerates it. so, instead of playing outside, we sit for lots of photo shoots. i imagine this won't last.
we don't normally let him on the table during meal time... the rest of the day is free game. it's a cat - what can you do?
his favorite spot - the lap.
who am i?
where am i?
transatlantic travel is exhausting.
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