Back in September 2018, while living in a fortified compound on the Oakland-Berkeley border in Northern California, I discovered a small tuxedo kitten living in the fence in my backyard. I guessed he was about nine or 10 weeks old and had never been touched by a human. Over the course of six weeks I managed to slowly befriend him by feeding him and giving him a little house to sleep in. Fearing something might happen to him living outside, I decided to use Dante as bait to capture him, which I did. He was very sweet. I called him Babyboy and he slept with me every night. I wanted to keep the little dude but I didn’t want to offend Dante, so I asked around if anyone wanted to adopt him, and my friend Jenn came by and took him home forever. She named him Felix.

Apparently that was six years ago today. Wow! Last time I saw Felix, he fit in the palm of my hand and looked like this:

I asked Jen to send me some recent pictures of Felix now that he’s six years old. He has little vampire fangs. Laura says he looks like a Classic Cat—like an textbook example of a cat you’d find in an encyclopedia . . . like a cartoon cat:

Jen and Felix live in Seattle now. Young Jackson lives there as well. I have not been to Seattle since February 2015, which was nearly a decade ago. I remember running around beneath the Space Needle on a rainy winter night with a head full of acid and thinking the place was all right. Well, I really ought to go back . . . I need to see everyone, and I need to see Felix again. I wonder if he’ll remember me . . . maybe he will, seeing as how I’m the first human being he ever met. You know, if I never accomplish anything else with my life, I’m glad that I at least saved his. Yeah, that’s good enough for me!