[Not Really] Bodacious

Bo isn't the most affectionate cat we've ever had, nor the most sociable. He's even more aloof than other cats who have lived here. And he's not well named at all. He's the spookiest guy, terrified at the slightest sudden sound. We adopted him from the vet's office when he was about four months old; he'd been brought in with his brother by someone who had discovered the two of them living on the streets, and far too young for such a lifestyle.

This winter, for the first time in the years we've had him, he's begun climbing into my lap once in a while. He doesn't stay long, but it's kind of nice.

Tonight I found him curled up in Joe's chair, against Joe's quilt, and thought he looked mighty sweet. So I took his picture. And here it is.