Heh heh heh. He might forgive me by the time I come back from Pennsylvania.
The poor dapper bastard sulking and refusing to mug for the camera, even post-treats.
Bonus bowtie round:
Aww. Looks like somebody’s up for tenure!
Yeah, he’s pretty much going to kill me in my sleep.
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Must…stop…laughing….
Oh, the indignity. I suppose the next time I was to put a hat on Tyberius, I should show him these pictures and explain how bad it could be!
Tee hee. What a handsome fellow.
That is quite adorable.
I don’t know what you call that kind of sweater that just goes over one arm, but that is totally cute. And a GREAT color.
(But oh my god, the white balance, it hurts my eyes!)
Hehe. Like I said, photography ain’t genetic.
so now you are going to make a matching one for your cat—oh wait I mean for your roomate–I couldn’t tell it was the cat for a second
oh my god! That is so hilarious! I could NEVER get my cat into an outfit – she would shred my arms into a million little pieces. She is so not nice. Yours’ however, only gives you dirty looks. I would settle for dirty looks any day.
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