A young Pendaran eating dinner.
This was the first apartment I lived in, and I still remember
the ugly carpet and bright, apple-green furniture. 
Who could forget them...

One cat's trash is another cat's treasure.

Pen actually tucked himself in like this on a frequent basis.

On his first birthday, in early March, 1986.
Of course, I wish he'd lived to see his second birthday
and beyond, but I'm grateful for the time we had.