Year: 2019
My latest one-man show is an introspective meditation on the impermanence of the walls we build around ourselves to block and bounce the very light by which we live.
Introducing our latest arrival, Roby. Roby, aka Rocket Roby, aka Wreck It Roby, is in foster after undergoing a tail amputation—hence the stylish plastic cone. He’s quite the departure from all our previous foster cats. He is a non-stop ball of energy and a real bull in a china shop. We’ve had to hide all our breakables and have started the process of acclimatizing him to his new, much shorter tail—which he tends to attack.
I am very pleased to announce that Snooker has been adopted. Diana and I are sad to see him go—and will miss his extremely loud purring, feeding time head butts and toothless love bites—but are very glad that this old feral has found a furever home.
