Cue the spooky music.
Mom’s going to talk about all your strangeness again.
I’m not strangeness.
You’re strangeness catified.
Well, Mom was looking through her elebenty billion photos and was amazed at how much alike you and Shakespeare are. She’s mentioned it before, but I must admit it is a little spooky. I’m just glad I’ve always got my tuxedo on so I can’t be confused with you two ginger guys.
Steinbeck on top of the computer desk.
Shakespeare on top of the computer desk.
Shakespeare in the big carrier the vet gave him.
Steinbeck in the same carrier on his first night at home.
Shakespeare asking for food.
Steinbeck asking for food.
Shakespeare getting weighed, making sure his tail is completely in the box.
Steinbeck getting weighed, making sure his tail is completely out of the box.
Life with gingers is so much fun, even if Hemingway gets a little tired of it.