These are my last two hours with Himself, due to allergies (not mine). He's not a handsome boy, nor smart, nor particularly nice. He's clumsy (see photos from when he fell off the counter onto a knife in the open dishwasher, impaling his anus). Half of his mouth hangs open. His inner eyelids roll up and creep you out. He won't let you pick him up. He always sits in my chair and yells at me if I try to push him out, so I spend some time every day typing standing up. He is very wussy and will only go on walks if I go too so I can stomp in the direction of any other cats we come across. If I get too far ahead, he yells and yells till I come back for him. Due to losing his mother too soon, I taught him how to use a litter box. He's never known a home without us in it. I love him dearly. I accept him completely. Life will be so still without him.