Poor Lester. I'm afraid he's being left out in the cold as far as these blogs. I have had to devote some time to his sisters, getting them all fixed and so forth. Hormones were getting out of hand with Cindy, and would've with her sib soon enough.
So this guy here. He doesn't like to be photographed, so I have to sneak up on him to do it. Getting more settled, and just a little disoriented, in his advancing age. Doesn't bark like a wildman at the door anymore(he useta go nuts when the postman would be on the porch, "violating" our house by putting stuff in the mailbox), and sometimes gets a bit confused.
But he's still hanging in there. (His ears must be burning, as he just made an appearance here in the room). And he gets along famously with the felines. They invade each other's space much more than was the case with the cats' predecessor Maxine. A different dynamic, as it were. Not getting any younger,but still hanging in.
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