It turns out he likes to be rescued. Kitty spent most of the day with me today while I read. Here he is passed out on my chest after he finished his bath (also on my chest). Maybe he just needs some extra attention and love. Btw, his name is not Kitten, but I’m so used to calling him that. Ringo never really stuck, so Adrian’s been throwing around Elmer…Elmer Fuzz.
