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Three months after his arrival, Begemot pretty much owns the place.

Although he doesn’t have any purr or mipp, he does meow for us when he hears us outside the apartment on the way home. He’s an avid washer of himself and anyone who comes within reaching distance. And in the afternoons he goes completely catatonic, easily moved and repositioned like a large, furry action-figure.

Despite being diametrically opposed in almost all things, he’s one decision that Inna and I both enthusiastically approve of. We agree that we got an exceptionally awesome little furbaby who makes hanging around the house a lot more fun.

As always, click for teh bigness.