No more photos, please.

Posthumously...

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From the Extensive Slick Archive™.

:(

What a lovely fellow! x
Here are my two:

Cat connection.

These are brilliant!

Sent by thought transference

Talk to kitty...

This is Lola. She's about 9 and loves me dearly.
http://cellar.org/2015/lolacat1.jpg
She's even nice enough to let me know when she's had enough petting. Could happen at any moment for no discernible reason other than she feels like it's time.

She hides her inner self quite well only revealing it when I catch her off guard.
http://cellar.org/2015/lolacat2.jpg

eek!

^whs^

Toy

Diz had one of these. I gave it to the cat charity shop - unused.
I was his favourite toy.

Excepting the good shit catnip ones.

Dear Vomiter (Caesar, I'm looking at you)

I feed you several times a day, it's not like you're in any real peril from malnutrition. You may choose to wolf your food so quickly that when you puke it up, the kibbles are intact, albeit warm and wet. It's bad enough when you leave these little ambushes on the floor in the narrow traffic paths in the bedroom and the hallway. But horking up the food I just gave you onto the white bedspread tempts me to reexamine your options as exclusive forage feeders. If you don't want to hunt for your living, you'll stop puking on the bed.

That is all.

Yours,

The guy with the opposable thumbs and the money for your food.

Sydney.

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She showed up on Independence Day a few years back, I wanted to call her Indy. Popdigr could never remember 'Indy', and kept calling her Sydney. It stuck.

Slick was (eventually) tolerant, but he was noticeably happier when she went to Uncledigr's.