Kasper is nine (9) years old today. He remains a strong character for sure: knows what he wants and usually gets it. He has calmed down over the last couple of years since we moved to the UK, but both Tobi and Marti remain a little wary of him, but he has been far better than we could have hoped for with the Donuts.
He is very much “my” cat. When I exercise he sits on my stomach, he spends hours at a time on my shoulders when I am at my desk, spends hours on my knees when watching TV and sleeps curled up between my legs.
