Saturday, December 8, 2007
It's been over two years since he showed up in our yard, looking for food and shelter--a young cat who had been roughly handled and neglected before his final abandonment.
Time has soften his rough edges and we rarely refer to him as "The Evil Mr. Twitch" these days. In fact, he is one of my favorite companions when I am working out on the mezzanine or in the shop. He will come and flop down beside me, purring and soaking up affection like a thirsty sponge. It has taken time but he finally seems to believe he is loved.
I love the color of his eyes--a clear greenish yellow that reminds me of peridot.