roger mindfucker died last week. he was an incredibly weird and weirdly tolerant cat — pet him a second too long or walk through the kitchen without feeding him and you faced his wrath, but he happily sat through (by tumblr’s count) 177 photo sessions with a book on top of him. i’m glad i was able to make sure the last three years and nine months of his life were good ones, even if he had to put up with my dumb blog.












