I am working on a slightly longer blog about deep fakes. But it needs a bit more work. In the meantime, here’s my little old man looking a fool. His name is Henry, but since starting the Game of Thrones books I have taken to calling him Lord Tubbing Prince of Purrs and Petulance.
Kate's Queen City Notes 
December 8, 2019 at 12:31 am
He is gorgeous. And I love how much you love him and put up with his crap. Cats scare me, frankly. I find them unpredictable and unresponsive to my love (you know, because I offer it rather than waiting to be summoned.). My grandson Eli completely understands and loves them so much. We must reach across the divide…
December 8, 2019 at 3:39 am
They are mercurial. Although I make a big deal about Henry biting my tender flesh, he actually rarely does that to me. He bites others all the time, which is why I tell guests to touch him at their own peril. Ninety-eight percent of the time he is snuggly and sweet to me.