This is Geronimo, one of my home's nine or ten resident felines. I haven't the slightest clue how he managed to get up on top of this tchotchke cabinet, which is a sheer vertical face with no protruding shelves or anything to use as stepping stones. I think he forgot how he did it, too, since I had to use a stepladder to get him back down.
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Nine or ten. Cats are like kids, I guess. After five or six, you stop keeping track of the exact number.
The tenth comes and goes and doesn’t live here full-time.
Ah, I see. More of a depends situation rather than losing track.
Perhaps Joe Biden helped him up there, William. As I understand it, he pretty much has a hand in all noble acts. Just ask him.
That's a lovely piece of statuary in the cabinet, right side, middle shelf, the one next to the representation of a shirtless Francis Berger on a winter's day. I can't enlarge it sufficiently to really see it well....what is it?
Yes, he's the Theseus of our time, isn't he?
The objet d'art you're curious about is a Three-Piece Nesting Bethlehem Nativity Set.
For the record, the representation of me is far buffer and bluer than I am, even when I'm shirtless on a winter's day.
William, thank you for the info!
And Francis, thank you for being a good sport. I was hoping you knew I was just funnin'...
"the representation of me is far buffer and bluer than I am"
Not much of a Whig, then?
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