Thursday, January 20, 2011


Pushkin -- I would call him "Mr. Fun". Stories include: him drunk dialing my dad's ex-girlfriends (yeah, I'm not going to blog about that one, you'll just have to ask me sometime), the way his tail would be up in a question-mark and then flip over to be a question-mark in Spanish, and how he would patrol the whole house in a fun lurky cat-stalky way.
He was so so soft. Really luxuriantly soft.

Floaty duck-cat with cat toy. He looks like a bad composite here, doesn't he?
These pictures were taken by my sister at the end of 2001.

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