I barely even see him anymore, this was a rare moment. I have been using the closet in my dad's guest room as a personal junk storage area for the past several years, so recently it's started resembling a hoarders home. Of course this is the only place kitty wants to spend time. The problem is that it's so overflowing with junk that by the time I realize he's gone in there I can't really do anything besides listen to him stumble and crash around. He's really the least graceful cat I have ever encountered.
If he's not in the closet his other favorite place is underneath the dining room table. Basically anywhere but with me, so I was shocked when he spent some time with me the other day. Of course this picture was but a moment in time in between aggressive biting and kicking, so I guess he's still the same little guy deep down inside.
And in that I can find comfort, when nothing else seems to make sense, at least I can count on the detective for biting and kicking.
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