There he is, my Newton. Named for famed physicist Sir Isaac Newton. He is fourteen today which makes him seventy-two in human years. He is my favorite little fur ball. Even when he wakes me up because his water dish is empty. Or his food dish. Or because he heard some freaky noise. Whatever. I am happy he allows me to continue to serve him. Happy birthday, Newt. I do love this miserable yet adorable little felid.
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