Friends?
So, Clyde and I were made refugees from our apartment last night by a gas leak. It seemed like a good idea to pack up and head to Kate’s when I started getting nauseous and developed a roaring headache. For his part, Clyde mostly just kept eating in the face of impending doom. In any case, after lots of running, odd noises, kitty death noises and countless hours of his unreturned singing, Clyde and Bella seem to have come to an understanding. Of note about this photo: by putting Clyde three feet from Bella, one can create the illusion that they are the same size. They are not.