Happy birthday, Roger!

The furry little kitty we all know and love turns 1 today. (Well, 1-ish, we're going by the date from his medical records.) He may be an occasional hindrance to productivity (see above), but life with him just can't be beat. Seems like just yesterday we brought the furball back from the ASPCA. 

He was so little!

Then he learned to read the New Yorker (er, cats read upside down)...

Then he developed his habit of jumping in any available bags or boxes (or drawers)...

And became obsessed with water and the sink (though the bane of my existence that he jumps on the counters, he does look pretty funny with a wet head, from sticking it under the faucet)...

And, of course, he loves his people:

If you are looking for a furry little companion, let me take the opportunity to get up on my soapbox and recommend adoption. Whether through the ASPCA or one of many independent rescue organizations (you can track them down on Petfinder), chances are that there is an animal of the breed, age, and temperament you are looking for. And they're eager to live with you in a loving home!