manchild

this is yellow. he's my boy. okay, i understand that he's a black cat but he does have yellow eyes. and like his good friend rumble he grew into his name in that these days he's afraid of everything. i don't know why i started calling him manchild, but it seemed to fit. it's a nickname. don't cats need nicknames?

it's actually not raining today. i don't know why. it's not sunny or anything. no. but there are hints of sun, just in the lack of downpour. maybe i'll go outside. if only it weren't for our front door ...

anyway. this is yellow. he's 6. he can be a bully, in spite of or perhaps because of his generalized fear. he may be the one responsible for laying open eliot's neck last year, resulting in an abscess that required surgery and a drain left in place. that was pleasant. and then maybe it was eliot who a few months later laid open yellow's neck in the same fashion, resulting in the same surgery. neither of them are talking.

he's my boy, though, my manchild. i forgive him everything.