Gary is one of my three cats, but has a special place in my heart for being the first cat I ever adopted as soon as I was living on my own, and because – well, look at him. For whatever reason, when Gary came into our home, he was already missing teeth so his tongue doesn’t stay in his mouth, he keeps trying to milk us for some reason (complete with contented drooling), he never quite learned how to groom himself, so we have to keep him brushed or shaved, depending on the season (see below). But he’s ours, he’s healthy (the vet assures us, in spite of the fact I see vet techs regularly contemplating stealing him during our visits, so I appreciate her honesty), and he’s so darn cute. It’s no wonder he’s the semi-official mascot of my guild. He’s competing with two corgis, so I’d say Gary’s holding his own in this match.
Someday I hope he and Lil Bub can eat yogurt together because they are clearly soulmates.