Always there somewhere, and then, not.
Ted is hot.
Ted on the chair Toni gave us, which she found on the street
Ted’s hairy foot
…but he decided he preferred the sunset from the other balcony. This picture makes me smile like a fool, because we put poor Ted through so much, and he’s been (as much as a cat can be) a trooper.
Ted is helping me making bunting for Bastille Day at the restaurant
Ted doesn’t care about being an IronCat – he just wants my mango
Ted refuses to even look at Nice Matin now
Thank god I had this view. It stopped me from going insane
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