KPotD #211: Temple Acolyte

Oscar is getting better about assisting me in the Iron Temple. This morning he wound around my ankles once during squats as if to say, “I’m here for ya, ma,” and then went to sleep on the bed. This arrangement is pretty ideal because I get a cute support system without having to stop and relocate him every two minutes.

The Temple Acolyte is not disturbed by clanking iron.

You can see how much he’s grown here as he’s sprawled out on our winter blanket. When I first glanced over from the desk, I thought he was Stan because all I could see was his fuzzy black rump. Those two will pull major shenanigans on me if they ever figure that out.

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