Always there somewhere, and then, not.
…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 on the chair Toni gave us, which she found on the street
Thank god I had this view. It stopped me from going insane
Ted doesn’t care about being an IronCat – he just wants my mango
Ted’s hairy foot
Ted refuses to even look at Nice Matin now
Ted is hot.
Ted is helping me making bunting for Bastille Day at the restaurant
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