Earl with Gucci, both sitting in a 5″ by 8″ display case. 
One of the plants Gucci and Earl destroyed. They also worked on chairs and vases. 
Nap time for Gucci and Earl… which was most of the time. 
Since he appears in so much of my literary work, he poses here as Earl-the-Cat on top of my desk. 
He always looked us in the eye. 
Jie tried to buy him a “cat bed.” But he was too large. He stayed just long enough for this photo to get snapped. 
Jie and Earl waiting for me to put the dinner on the table. 
How dare you scold this behavior? 
He plucked one decoration off the tree for his own. 
He liked to hold hands while he slept. 
They made an interesting couple. 
A typical night at home with Earl. Mindy would come over and relax with him when we would be out of town. 
Earl at dinner. This never got old with him. (It did with us sometimes) 
Mindy gave us a box of peaches last summer. Earl didn’t care for the peaches, but he loved the box seat. 
The look he seldom showed to humans. 
He was curious, but curiosity was never going to kill this cat. 
Waiting for a person to make the couch more comfortable for him. 
The distinguished writer with his muse. 
The mopey, lonely look. It got him adopted in 2009. Then he used to to manipulate the human race ever since.
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