I decided my blog was in desperate need of a picture of my cat.

This is Colonel. He's 15 years old, and the love of my life. When he's not eating, he likes to sleep. He can't move very fast because he's tremendously obese at 20 pounds, and he has arthritis in his legs. He fractured his two front paws and dislocated his hip a few months ago just by jumping off the counter. That's how fat he is. He's literally too fat for his own good.
When he gets excited or scared or surprised, sometimes his eyes start to go in opposite directions.
He's also transgendered.