I got Elvis at the pound when he was around six weeks old. Somehow, in that six weeks he must have had a boot up the arse as he is terrified of shoes and feet and acts as though I have been kicking him energetically his entire life. He has a purr like an outboard motor and mattery eyes. Nicknames include Eggis, Eggs, Eggafin, Eggalopolis, and Sweetie-Beetie. This is Baldrick.
Baldrick is the baddest of all.
Nothing makes Baldrick happier than jumping on my back when I get out of the shower and torturing Monty. And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. And I can take or leave it if I please. Lady Lazarus Herr God, Herr Lucifer, Beware Beware. And I eat men like air.