Time and thoughts are both scattering. Nothing serious, just: life.
So how about some pictures of tiny Jasper?
He was a smelly, feral little boy, and lordy, did he do a number on my feet, ankles, and calves.
He’s pretty clean now, and only rarely goes gonzo. And, of course, he’s big.
But I still call him my kitty-boy.
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