This morning, let's check in with the boy.
This is Pico! Pico is, like his sister Nano, about 15 years old. Pico is a little worse for the wear, though, and has acromegaly and diabetes caused by a small tumor on his pituitary. His left ear (viewer's right!) had a hematoma recently that has healed a little crooked, so now our grumpy old man looks the part. For about a year we'd been giving him insulin shots twice a day, though recently he seems to have grown out of needing them daily.
Don't let him fool you, though, he's a real charmer and a cuddle-hound. His purring can be felt through walls and would destroy a lesser house. Also he's wearing a pretty lil' bow-tie so he can look his snazziest.
We tend to call him "buddy" when we're not trying to summon him, but he does respond to "Pico" perfectly well. (A misconception about cats is that they don't know their name: this is not true. They understand you perfectly well, you just haven't made a convincing argument for why they should do what you say. I love cats.)

