Goodnight, boyo. Our projectile sneezer. Our footlicker. Our Shaolin. Why is there death? To remind us that life is precious. That’s what I’ve heard, anyways. Makes sense in the head, but hurts like hell in the heart. We love you, boy kat. =(
paws ‘n tail
Sitting with as much grace and poise as he can muster, kat Shaolin takes in the morning sun. For as much as he is a kat, and as much as kats are designed and built from the ground up to be awash with elegance and dignity, our li’l boyo is customarily the picture of dishevelment. As such, this photo captured …