This is our cat Roman. He's a little shit. Sometimes he goes by the name Conrad. One of my brother's friends Eric dubbed him Conrad one night and it kind of just stuck. Perhaps it's a bit of a Jekyll/Hyde thing. There he is making himself at home in my bed, under the covers. Don't mind the rest of us, this house is your castle. I cut him some slack because of all 3 of our cats he is tortured by Morgan the most. He deserves some pampering every once in a while.
As a side note there are many days I come to the end of the day and realize I have yet to take a picture. This was one of those days. As I was going to get in bed I said, shit I didn't take a picture yet. Paul says no I took one, here take a look. Let's just say you're lucky I didn't post it. He was posing a la Grady Sizemore. For those of you not familiar, behold:
It did however give me a good laugh for a solid 10 minutes after I looked at my camera.
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