This is Clyde. He's almost 17 now. He is a Top Grade Mouse Assassin who leaves not a trace of his kills. I leave interpreting that up to you. When he sits with his paws stretched, they look like they have a heart tattoo. The bits on the floor are from the scratch pad in back.

This is Little Man. We adopted him and Clyde (forthcoming) two years ago. Their human had to go into assisted living and they and their older "brother" found their way to Friends for Animals of Metro Detroit in Dearborn, Mich. The oldest bro got adopted before we could get all three.

Remember to block and let them rot.

I figure this account should mirror the unbridled chaos that is my FB page, so have some cultural comedy. I won't be all political, and just wait til you meet my cats.

My list of obits I want to see upon waking is getting longer. Every time I recite it, I feel a little more like Arya Stark.

Little Man, who is 134% floof

Clyde, who is sick of all human shit.