The Oww and the Pussycat

I’ve highlighted our Grands on several occasions recently, but it’s really been quite a while since I featured the smallest member of our family—and even longer, I believe, since I posted an actual selfie, rather than just including myself in a tripod-based group shot. And so, for something really different, I bring you both. Leo joined us from the Nebraska Humane Society in January 2005, and we estimated his age at the time to be something between one and two years, so we figure that he’s now probably in his eighteenth year. We brought him with us when we moved to New Zealand, of course—but that’s another story—and he’s still in great shape (and yes, that’s a professional opinion) and he is loving being the king of his new castle here. He has never been out of doors, so I had to construct screens for all of the windows that open, but that was a very enjoyable DIY project for me. And, yes, back to my cryptic title: That was not a typo. We’ve noticed one recent change in Leo that brings him a bit closer to me in appearance, namely the development of his new and striking one white whisker (which provided me with the “oww”)! Did you spot it? No? That’s OK, just sit back and relax. And my little jest? Give it time. It may grow on you.