I caught Buddy.
This big ol' scamp is growing on me.
Our trash got picked up and we were excited about it.
Gina's trash hadn't been picked up since August 25, before Hurricane Ida.
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Buddy napped with me.
He fell out first.
Buddy and Otter went to the office.
I guess they got tired of working remotely and wanted to get back to the office.
Some of my art is in North Carolina.
Guarded by a cat.
We took the bachelor out, and Gina found a kitten.
It would be a great story if they had happened in the same place.
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Buddy and Otter stopped fighting for a minute.
These two generally torment each other all day.
Otter came over for a nap on my work table.
This cat lives next door but he doesn't know that.
Otter's been hanging out on the utility shelf.
He treats my house like it's his workplace.
Buddy Long Legs.
He's available to model any hosiery you can get him to wear.
Made an exhaust fan for Buddy.
I'm sad to say that this was necessary.
Buddy on the porch.
Documenting the exciting life of an animal who puts up with me.
Buddy and I learned a hard lesson about discipline.
In which I teach Buddy a lesson, but you know what? I learned a lesson of my own.
Otter in the garden.
Otter is the most entitled cat I've ever known, and that's saying a lot.
Buddy on the desk.
Just a good looking animal for your enjoyment.
Buddy and Otter are frenemies.
Buddy is very patient, despite being the most food-motivated cat I've known.
Buddy on the backporch.
He's a gentle giant, except that he bites.
Buddy getting in a bucket.
Ignoring the peligro.
Hot legs Buddy.
He's an enormous cat.
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Cats on a car on Douglass Street, Lower Ninth Ward.
This wouldn't be remarkable except when I see these cats I always look for Sally.
Buddy offered a headbutt.
He's quite serious about it.
Buddy got in the dryer.
It was still pretty warm.
The last good picture of Sally.
I have more recent pictures but this is the one I like.
Buddy making biscuits.
Doing what he does best, or at least does most.
Sally slept on the desk, as usual.
We were so happy then.
Sally caught up on reading.
Those white socks.
Sally investigated zinnias from our garden.
Gina asked me to plant these.
Sally stretched on the bed.
Just looking at this picture reminds me how high my utility bills for this house were.
Sally keeps watch at 321 Clark Street.
I liked living here until I got the light bill.
Sally got in the weeds.
This yard was hard to control.
Sally stayed in the air conditioning.
Our house really was comfortable, we stayed in it too much.
Sally got under the covers.
I know this is only cute to me, but it's really cute to me.
Sally slept in a sunbeam.
This apartment was comfortable. I hardly left it.
Sally got in the blankets.
This was in Austin where there wasn't enough for her to do.
Sally sat on a sunny desk in Austin, Texas.
I don't know about Sally but I was lonely in Austin. Sometimes we made the best of it, though.
Sally made friends with a three-legged cat neighbor.
He lived downstairs, and his name was Angus.
Sally lived with me on Orchid Street.
She was happy here, with lots to climb on and catch.
Sally on the porch at Orchid Street.
This was a fantastic porch for man and cat alike.
Sally played on a boat.
She made a good cap'n.
Sally stretched in the backyard.
Just a little bit before we moved to New Orleans.
Sally prepared for a nap on my printer.
She was very photogenic that day, and the light was nice.
Sally on the yard table at 181 Irving Avenue.
I've never had such a loyal and companionable cat.
Sally did a facepalm.
4e loved this elevated front porch.
Sally looked sassy on my desk.
We had nice light in the Irving Avenue place.
Sally showed off on Orchid Street.
She made herself at home, for sure.
Sally spent the day with me at the office.
She had a really good attitude.
Sally was a good cat.
Cats are basically temperature regulation devices.
Sally got a new collar.
Boy did she look sharp.
Sally got a toy.
It was fun to watch her concentrate.
Sally got on my shoulder.
I'm liking this young cat.
Sally came to live with me.
I knew she would be mine, there was never any doubt.
I visited my mom and took this picture of Betty.
She was a great poser.
Betty got on my shoulder.
Date very approximate.
I sang to a cat named Tamayo.
We were housesitting on my first visit to New Orleans.
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Betty came to live with me.
Let me tell you how I got this cat.
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All the pictures I have of my cat Jack.
It was harder to take hundreds of cat pics then.