Today is the anniversary of the day we welcomed Loki into our home and our family. It's easy to remember, because it's St. Patrick's Day. For better or for worse, he has forever changed our lives. I very fondly remember his first day. He behaved beautifully during the car ride home. A little lump of fur in my lap. We carried him into our apartment and put him down in the living room. He immediately knew where his home was, proceeded to his exercise pen, and plopped down on his blanket. He was so small.
Now look at him today with the same blanket folded in quarters: