What a lovely photo. Seeing it is a moment that made me smile.

This may be my favorite picture of you so far, George. You look like a kitten who has played until it falls over mid-romp.

Hoshi is know as:
Mr. Bitey-Britches
Captain Bitey Pants
Hoshi Biboshi
Silver Boy
the Silver Sweetie
the Pewter Pestilence
Mama's goodish boy

His brother Gabriel is Baby Gaby or Gabriel Blanket-bane

We had a tall cat tower at the corner of the bed, and every night he would fling himself on it and "pole dance" his zoomies away before settling down with Orion on my left side.

This beauty was the Banshee, a reformed feral we lost too young. From an stray who barely tolerated me being there when he ate off my porch to a nightly cuddle buddy with his older best friend Orion took only a year. After the first couple of weeks he never showed a bit of interest in outside.

Nighty-night George.

Is that a scratch on your nose? If it is, I hope it didn't hurt you too much when it occurred and doesn't hurt at all now.

George, you are a balm to my soul. Thank you for being here.