The lone monkey rides his faithful steed into the sunset.

The poor cat got a lion shave, so now he is without most of his fur. He’s still a little loopy from his sedative. For comparison, here is is before the shave.

There stands the Guardian of the Kitchen Table

In honor of the first snowfall of the season here in the Fortress, I bring you a picture of me as a three or four year-old, building a snowcat. You may not be able to see the kickin’ Donald Duck hockey mittens, or the snowsuit with the ripoff Apple logo, but I was the epitome of style.

Is there anything cuter than a kitty cuddling with a fox? We think not.

My cat, Sachen, in a photo taken about 3 years ago.

When Sachen runs for office as dictator for life, this is the campaign photo we should use. I’ll get Shepard Fairey to make something.