Today, we celebrate the sixteenth anniversary of the birth of Kennebec Mozart. He’s celebrating by sleeping in his special corner in my office, with his back pressed firmly against the radiator. A little later in the day, Steve and I will toast his good health and long years on-station here at the Cat Farm with vanilla ice cream.
Since we’re right in the middle of the Major Morning Nap, I’m not going to disturb him for a photo op. Here’s a picture from October: