My best friend Dante turned 13 years old on Sunday. Here he is in the Oakland Hills lounging upon his snowflake blanket, which he’s had his entire life. Whoa!
I found Dante in Baltimore back in 2008. I had just gotten back from Tokyo and wanted a cat. I chose him because he was the runt. He cost me all of $40. Worth every penny!!
He has since lived in five different states and even a whole other country. I think Dante probably flies more than most people I know. . . .
Though yeah: Happy birthday, Dante! I love you!!!