This is Tillamook, the cat that lives with me. I say that because he is technically not my pet. His rightful owner moved and couldn’t take him, so Erik and I decided that he could stay with us. Obviously, based on this picture, it’s clear he is a mutant cat with optic blast superpowers. He also has no concept of personal space. But, he’s grown on me. I appreciate getting greeted by him when I get home from work, if only because he is hungry or wants to be petted. I’m more of a dog person, but I’m surprised to say I don’t mind this cat.
