So far he’s confined to the living room to get slowly used to the new place
Congratulations. And may I be the first to say oh my god, those whiskers!
Right he’s looking like an old wise Chinese kung fu master ^^
He’s been adopted by my best friends who also have a an older bengal female. I will visit them in a couple of weeks, can’t wait!
Oh dear god. He’s about to speak in a human voice and send me on a quest, isn’t he?
Meow traveller! My tummy has been empty lately and I require the finest crunchy snacks of the land. Come back with trout or salmon flavored Dreamies and I shall reward you handsomely! Nya~~
What beautiful mustaches! Worthy of Hercule Poirot.
In the Reign of King Moabdar, there was a young Man, a Native of Babylon, by name Zadig; who was not only endowed by Nature with an uncommon Genius, but born of illustrious Parents, who bestowed on him an Education no ways inferior to his Birth. Tho’ rich and young, he knew how to give a Check to his Passions; he was no ways self-conceited; he didn’t always act up to the strictest Rules of Reason himself, and knew how to look on the Foibles of others, with an Eye of Indulgence. Every one was surpriz’d to find, that notwithstanding he had such a Fund of Wit, he never insulted; nay, never so much as rallied any of his Companions, for that Tittle Tattle, which was so vague and empty, so noisy and confus’d; for those rash Reflections, those illiterate Conclusions, and those insipid Jokes; and, in short, for that Flow of unmeaning Words, which was call’d polite Conversation in Babylon. He had learned from the first Book of Zoroaster, that Self-love is like a Bladder full blown, which when once prick’d, discharges a kind of petty Tempest. Zadig, in particular, never boasted of his Contempt of the Fair Sex, or of his Facility to make Conquests amongst them. He was of a generous Spirit; insomuch, that he was not afraid of obliging even an ungrateful Man; strictly adhering to that wise Maxim of Zoroaster. When you are eating, throw an Offal to the Dogs that are under the Table, lest they should be tempted to bite you. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/18972/18972-h/18972-h.htm#Ch_1
That’s exactly where his name comes from :)
Looks pretty heckin wise
No doubt he knows a magic spell or two
Excelsior!
Those ears! <3
