And so with that, Ender the cat turned two years old. His day came, his day went. He saw snow fall on the ground, fall out of the bare trees in alarming tufts, the ground turn from a white blanket of snow to a muddy, grassy yard. He slept like a whale, burrowed under blankets and ate some food. A brief retrospective of his past two years seemed an appropriate way to end the event.
The beginning of a finger-chomping obsession...
His first day home with us.
Being left at Dan's apartment for the first time.
Ender doesn't play much with blue bear anymore, he upgraded from the red bear to the blue bear, and now Bean is much more his size and speed.
Ender still loves sleeping in laundry baskets, whether there's clothing in them or not.
At the Larson's in MI...hiding from the dog.
Buddies.
More proof of Ender's odd sleeping habits.
Yes, that's a sock that had a massive hole in it. Yes, he whipped around the house like a super hero in it. Yes, he's the caped feline crusader.
Ender still loves sleeping in laundry baskets, whether there's clothing in them or not.
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I forgot how huge his ears were (and fuzzy) when he was tiny.
I just realized that Ender looks super fat in the last picture. I think he's turned in a way where you can see the fur from another leg in there, which makes his belly look huge.
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