My Familiar

He's been with me since my very first apartment.
He's 16.
He's developed a tremor.
When I was a child, we lost a cat to some seizure-type event.
I sure hope I do not find myself in that familiar territory with my faithful companion.

Nothing Beats The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning

Or, in my case cat PISS.

The enemy...

My weapons...

Wish me luck...