Bowie the amazing cat.

This is Bowie. He's been here before.

As you can see, he's mad at me for taking him to the vet and giving him pills.

I had soup, and he judged me the whole time.

No, he did not eat any of the pizza. But he was kind enough to keep me company.

Bowie loves laying on magazines. So, I bought him a big box of used food magazines. He prefers his tea time magazine or the tea catalog. He's so sophisticated.

Sometimes Bowie's parts fall out of his bed.

This is why we have boxes. They fitz.

At night, Bowie sleeps on his orange cat pillow next to me. He saw these pillowcases the first day he ran in, hurt and starving. His eyes got wide and he climbed right on and went straight to sleep.

After desperately trying to get me to notice the sublingual swelling in his mouth, I finally forced a look. We went out to the vet. Now he has to take pills.

Bowie had an abscess under his tongue and some broken front teeth from ramming chin first into my bureau.