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Good old Chip

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Chip edged me out. All I had was my laptop, which has a fairly shirtty camera, and is a little difficult to use for taking photos other than selfies.

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Chip on overwatch duty:

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"I have my eye on you!"

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Meet Robin, a young kitten who is kinda related.

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Let it all hang out.

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Speck is chilling.

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Chip poses on a daybed.

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Priss, the unofficial greeter:

Actually, she'll run off if she doesn't know you.

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Chip is in one of his favorite hidey spots.

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An asphalt driveway would seem to make a hard bed for Speck,

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Chip's waiting for his food.

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Good old Chip.

It's summertime. For reasons to do with the age of the house and the structure, the air conditioning doesn't reach my bedroom very well. So it can be a bit warm. But when I go in there in the evening and recline on my bed to read, Chip wants to lie on my lap and he wants to have my lap covered with that blanket. And if it's not, he gets shirty about it. He'll whine and bap at the book I'm reading.

Well, he's getting old and set in his ways. I can respect that.

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It's been a decade since Chip came to live with me.

This is a photo taken when he came home:

A recent photo in much the same pose:

He's about thirteen, he's slowed down a little. His health is mostly good, but he has a few issues.

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Zoe, age three months:

Not mine, but she's still sweet.

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Speck is going full camo.

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Priss is enjoying her stone couch.

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Chip is chilling on a piece of antique furniture.

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"Ma, it's dinner time!"

(It wasn't.)

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