Two pictures today in case I don't get a chance to post next week.
We discovered Henry is really a Henrietta, and man, does Rembrandt have a serious crush on her. She came by the other day and they spent the best part of three hours tussling around the house from the attic down the stairs and into the garden. She hasn't been back since, and Rembrandt spends many afternoons staring longingly out the patio window, meowing. I think he goes searching for her on his daily wanders. He always comes back a little long in the face in need of some lap time.
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