He really is the love of my life, this little guy. And now that he’s getting older with his health becoming a bit fragile I extra-value every day, every waking moment, that I have with him. I found him upstairs on the red chair the other day, enjoying the light coming in through the glass door of the terraza – can’t really say he was enjoying the view as I doubt he can see much anymore because of the cataracts. But it’s a delight to watch him racing up and down the stairs, hanging out on the balconies, and even sitting out on Loki’s window ledge. There’s still quite a lot of kitten in him.

Happy birthday mi vida!

Here is the story of how I met Azar.