Happy birthday to my best friend and little brother Dante, who turned 14 years old today. Dante and I have lived in six states and on two continents. We experience the same moods and phases and have the same habits. As I have said many times over the years: Dante and I are one entity experiencing two subjective realities simultaneously. It is uncanny how aligned we are . . . it’s gotta be ESP, or some such thing. I remember one time someone asked me if Dante was a weird cat because I raised him, or if Dante is just naturally weird. Well I’m here to tell you that it’s probably both. OK?
Everyone who knows me knows who Dante is. And even people I’ve never met before know of him. Dante has more friends than any cat I’ve ever known. Here are a bunch of pictures of Dante and his many friends:
Dante is asleep now in his cat tree in the living room. I will kiss him on the head and then crawl into bed and go to sleep too. Happy birthday little angel~