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Wow.  Seems so long ago.  Tumblr Support Embassy party at the Jefferson, March  2012.  Rockin’ the seersucker in March …

Wow.  Seems so long ago.  Tumblr Support Embassy party at the Jefferson, March  2012.  Rockin’ the seersucker in March …

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Drunk.  Tumblr Support Embassy party, Jefferson Hotel, RVA, 2012.  A night that will live in infamy . . should we ever remember it.  (Thanks to my old friend Spydrz for these …)

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Drunk.  Tumblr Support Embassy party, Jefferson Hotel, RVA, 2012.  A night that will live in infamy . . should we ever remember it.  (Thanks to my old friend Spydrz for these …)

Rest in peace Squeaky Toy.  You were a good fucking cat, and you didn’t deserve the death you had.  Now there is only one left of the original 13 or so in the Mr. Rodgers Clan.  We captured/placed 8 or nine of them (thanks to Styro’s loan of that cage); the rest, like Mr. Rodgers herself, died homeless.  Squeaky Toy (on the right, cuddling her sister Presto), was the hardest to catch.  We caught Presto a year ago or so, had her neutered, got her shots, and re-released her. And since Squeaky died, I haven’t seen her.  As Cats go, they were blessed with good coloration; almost impossible to see in twilight.  RIP girl.

Rest in peace Squeaky Toy. You were a good fucking cat, and you didn’t deserve the death you had. Now there is only one left of the original 13 or so in the Mr. Rodgers Clan. We captured/placed 8 or nine of them (thanks to Styro’s loan of that cage); the rest, like Mr. Rodgers herself, died homeless. Squeaky Toy (on the right, cuddling her sister Presto), was the hardest to catch. We caught Presto a year ago or so, had her neutered, got her shots, and re-released her. And since Squeaky died, I haven’t seen her. As Cats go, they were blessed with good coloration; almost impossible to see in twilight. RIP girl.

Hidden Valley, in South Mtn Park, Phoenix, with old friends Saquib and Samir.

Also from AZ days . .  probably at Joan Smith’s house for a cookout, or so I am told by the photographer.  At any rate, it looks like I was about to talk some shit.  Knowing me back then, I probably was.

Also from AZ days . .  probably at Joan Smith’s house for a cookout, or so I am told by the photographer.  At any rate, it looks like I was about to talk some shit.  Knowing me back then, I probably was.

First day in Phoenix, late September,1991.  South Mountain municipal park. 

First day in Phoenix, late September,1991.  South Mountain municipal park. 

Later that day …

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