The three cats (well, two cats and one Kat) are named Gobby, Moo, and Kat.
He's still not sure what to think about us here, but I'm sure he realizes it beats being a barn cat.
Pretty green eyes
Kat and me at the Renaissance Faire in Minnesota
They weren't getting along too well up to this point, so this was a big moment.
He never really figured it out - he decided it was more fun to shred it up. Still, money well spent.
Gave me an excuse to buy comfy pink pajamas
Gobby establishing where he is on the totem pole
Some things never change
Moo telling me the automatic feeder bowl is empty. I know, buddy..
Parrot training
Can you tell I like my orange shirt?
One of my favorites
He loves the Christmas tree.. a little too much. He kept biting the lights and batting the ornaments off.
A cat handling the crowds of Budapest like it's no problem. They were turning heads all the way up the street.
I think he's going for a smolder here
He knows the warmest spot in the apartment. If only he didn't try taking breaks to chew on power cables and monitors.
When Kat visited me in D.C., Summer 2025