From almost the very first moment Reynaldo joined my household in 2004, he has fixated on capturing and holding my attention in his furry grip. My best friend has always maintained that Rey is good for me, that his shenanigans keep me sharp, that it's good for me to be challenged on my home turf now and again. That's how we began referring to Reynaldo as his cat. As in "You won't believe what your cat just did!" and "My cat knows just how to handle you."This week my best friend is on vacation with his family in Southern California. He sent "his" cat a dinnertime email with this photo attached, telling the feline wildman that he can eat whatever he catches. Since Rey seldom gets messages from the coast, he'll be thrilled. And it makes me happy that my bud's thinking of both of us today. I'm glad we live now, because it makes keeping in touch this way so much easier, and little things like this can mean a lot.
That's too funny!
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