He was about 11 months old when this photo was taken.
Up a tree in the back yard of the first place I lived when I moved to Oakland. (No, I knew nothing about Oakland neighborhoods when I rented it. Why do you ask? *sigh*)
Getting down from the tree.
The yard was the best thing about that place.
He helps me meditate almost every morning. Occasionally he'll sit with the monkey instead. But he almost always sits with one of us.
He also helps me do my Egoscue exercises. Here he is in his usual position, lying a few feet away and purring loudly.
He's looking pretty good and doing remarkably well, considering that in human years he's like 125 years old or so. And I am profoundly grateful for every day he chooses to stick around with us.
Happy birthday, viejo.