This is Killian.
Aptly named, one of the meanings of the name is fierce. No pouting mouth. No sideways glance. He knows there is no such thing as his better side. Nor is there, a better angle. He stares a camera down.
With apologies to cat lovers, I’m not one of them. Killian does not belong to me. Nor does he belong to my son and his fiancee. They belong to him.
My son’s fiancee loves animals. Soon my son discovered he loves their two cats.
Then Killian joined them as a house guest while his owner was away for a few days. When he returned, Killian decided he had found a new home.
That was two years ago.
Until next time
a dawn bird