
I've noticed he is even more out of whack than ever. Because I've never been a
What does this mean? Well, it means it's time to start exploiting his eternal spin into the depths of feline madness through a daily photo blog. What is the risk of all this? I live out my worst fear and turn into a crazy cat lady, just because this exists. Really, I simply hope to understand this thing that lives with me a little better by stacking up all evidence in hopes it might point to a clear and comprehensive diagnosis.
To begin, here is an introduction to some of his many faces.
The "Jack Palance:"

The "Mother Hen:"

"Stuffed Woolly Mammoth:"

He'll pretty much only lie on things when they are freshly laundered, rendering my attempts to clean them useless, like placemats/linens, and the pillows when the pillow cases are off:


He regularly yawns and meows at the same time, which saves time and also reminds me he is capable of eating my face off if I should die alone:

"The Dead Koala:"

Sometimes I think he's really pissed off, but he's just complacent. At these times, I put things on him, like clothes and headphones ... and take pictures:

"Disgruntled Phone Sex Operator:"

When I first wake up in the morning (after he's kept me up most of the night entertaining himself with my cordless phone cradle), this is usually the view:

He will judge you every time you use the toilet:

Stay tuned for a photo a day, and if you have any good mental health insight (preferably for Mister Fred, NOT me), please feel free to share.
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