This is my wonderful Killer. He's almost 18, and since he's getting up in years, I've started taking alot more pics of him. Alot. With my camera, my Treo, my cellphone... whatever. I think he's starting to feel like he's being harrassed by the paparazzi. I love this pic because he is clearly so like, "Seriously, I am not in the mood for your Annie Leibowitzing right now. Back off."
Killer has been with me since I left home. We've lived in 19 different homes together. I have tried his patience quite a bit, and he's the ultimate trooper. So this pic really warmed my heart. It's so "him".
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