Inky

On Saturday morning, we had Inky put to sleep. In the next couple of days, Biffle's going to write a post about him. I think Inky was to Biffle a bit like Baxter was to me:  they had a kind of soul connection.  Inky was, as Catherine texted me on Saturday, "evil and lovable."  I miss his Darth Vader breathing, his copious quantities of snot, his grim stare, and his willingness to be put in ridiculous positions for our entertainment (as in this picture, when he soberly wore a onesie that a friend had sent for the still-gestating Maybelle).

More soon, from Biffle.  I just wanted to let everybody know.