He's handsome and he knows it!
I like the way he has one black finger on his paw. Little Boy has one like that too.
K. T. Pufnstuf arrived in the side yard twelve years ago with his eyes nearly still closed, and weighing less than 400 grams. Severely undernourished, his first week was nearly touch-and-go, but here, by his third week inside, he was convinced that he was the Lord and Master of all he surveyed, including the resident cats.
He says, "thank you." I'll try to get some new photos over the next day or two.