I was looking for some old photographs last night and ran across my pictures of Hilbert when we first brought him home ten years and two cameras ago. So today you get a stroll down memory lane. Hilbert isn't quite a kitten in these pictures—he was ten months old when we adopted him—but he still had a bit of a kittenish look to him. Such a cutie pie.
Cats keep their good looks over the years much better than we their people do.
(Which is, I suppose, absolutely as it should be, given they're a superior species and we're merely their lowly servants.)
He looks a bit annoyed. How dare you take his picture while he's relaxing.
He was probably staring at his sister Hopper, who we adopted at the same time. R.I.P.
MEOOOOOW. Even at a young age, Hilbert knew that he was the one...Kitties know.
So many birds and lizards ago.
I cannot murder this wabbit - I think it's not wabbit - it's a rock!
Hilbert: "Wait, are you saying that your affection and my adoption came with the proviso that I have to make myself available for photographs?"