This is my roommate, Malcolm. He showed up on our front porch 13 years ago today. He introduced himself and explained that he needed a place to crash, so he was moving in. He made a pretty compelling argument, so I took this photo (for security purposes) and let him inside. He’s been my buddy ever since.
When he first showed up, he was too skinny and it was obvious he’d had a rough start to life. When Amy and I fed him, he’d gobble it down as fast as he could. It seemed like he thought someone was gonna take it from him, so he ate quickly. We fed him quite a few times a day for a month or so in hopes of putting some weight on him. Then one day out of the blue, he stopped eating, left his bowl half full, layed down and took a nap. Amy and I immediately realized it was the first time in his life that he got “enough” food. It might sound weird, but we got all sentimental over it. We still get choked up and sentimental whenever we mention the first time Malcolm got enough to eat.
Malcolm sits on my lap every morning while I drink my coffee and he loves to sleep under the blankets when it gets cold at night. He’s a good roommate and I’m glad I snapped this photo when he showed up on my porch.
Happy Halloween, Mr. Malcolm.