I can tell Ferd is getting older, because when there are birds at the feeder he'll just chatter at them from my lap for a minute, smugly purr in victory, and then fall back asleep.

A real "we've got a nephew" of graphic design and illustration, mental illness held at bay by a very nice vegetable garden and cats.
Lapsed printmaker, you should ask me about it and I'll be very weird
I can tell Ferd is getting older, because when there are birds at the feeder he'll just chatter at them from my lap for a minute, smugly purr in victory, and then fall back asleep.