He comes and hops up on my lap when I'm on the computer and bites my nose.

Which is very cute and all, but it's distracting. But then he mutters and looks up at me with those huge golden-green eyes, and all is forgiven.

He's about eight pounds of crankiness wrapped up in black fur. He has huge canines that hang outside of his mouth even when it's closed, which has earned him the nickname Fang. He doesn't photograph well, because he's always in motion, always looking for something else to capture his attention for a while.

He's been with me through three states, more boyfriends and girlfriends than either of us care to remember, two kittens, seven residences, one college degree, and four jobs. He is completely, unabashedly, mine, and he still purrs like a buzzsaw when I pet him.

He's old now, and skinny, and his fur is wearing off in patches; and it breaks my heart to know that some day I will be without him.

And so in the time we have left we love each other fiercely.



[this has been a collab for On Display. Topic: "describe someone you love".]

[Yes, I am still on hiatus.]

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