Sunday was Rosko's birthday - well not really - we don't know the exact day but September 5th was the day we got him in 2004. He was a year old when we got him so he was born in 2003 making him 7 years old. He is the sweetest cat, as most Ragdolls are. He knows that Oskar (Boo Boo Kitty) is gone. I don't think that he is mourning, but he knows things are different. No one to fight with, most likely. And since he doesn't have to share food, he is getting fat, too. That could be the Pounce treats we have been giving him out of guilt. Here he is with his Daddy doing what he likes best - being carried around. This picture was taken at the old house.
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