PJ was the best cat ever. Tomorrow, he will turn 25 in human years. I
loved that cat to death, but... I had to let him go. So... Wherever you
are, PJ, happy birthday. If you showed up at my door, I'd probably still
let you in. Anyways, without PJ, my only feline companion is this
lovely 40-pound compatriot.
Pretty sure these are the only two positions I've seen her in in the past 5 years.
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