Say
hello to Rygel. (For those of you familiar with the late, great
scifi show Farscape, you will know he is named after Rygel XVI, The
Royal Hynerian. In attitude alone, he is that Rygel's Heir Apparent.)
He's a mix, near as we can tell, of Siamese, tabby, and who knows what
else; his tabby markings are very, very faint. He's a beauty and he
knows it. He feels that he was made to be worshiped and adored, and he
makes sure everyone else in the house, two- or four-legged, knows their
place.
He arrived at his kingdom last summer in a most unseemly fashion. We
believe he was dumped here, maybe because of his, um, feisty nature. He
showed up under the house, mewing piteously, and attached himself to my
husband (the now-usurped lord of the manor). We were instantly drawn in
by his ice-blue eyes and regal bearing. He has settled into the routines
of the house nicely, and is a very affectionate and sweet man (when he
isn't swanning about self-importantly, that is.)
Ryg is about four and a half years old now, and he has put on a few
pounds since this picture was taken, but according to our vet, he's just
meant to be a big guy. (Hey... take a look at some of the regents of
old. They weren't skinny guys, y'knowwhatimean?)
Rygel says it's good to be the king!
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