Today is Winston's 8th birthday! When I got him he was about six weeks old, his blue-eyes hadn't changed yet, and he was so small he fit in the palm of my hand. That's him eight years ago in the first picture. He's grown into a big boy. That's him last night pissed off when I woke him up to take his picture.
He has been my companion, my confidant, my best friend. To some he may be a cat but to me he is my furry four-legged child.
Happy Birthday Winston! Daddy loves you!