R.I.P. Perfect Tommy

Lamont loved to play fetch, chase the cat dancer, eat and sit in Nadya’s lap. He chewed on books and defended us from his mortal enemy: string in all its forms. He loved Nadya best.

He was so beautiful that a friend tried to buy him from us outright. He was so elegant and well mannered that we called him Perfect Tommy.

Goodbye, sweet prince.  We’ll miss you so very much.

Nadya

Nadya makes cocktails, writes, and knows random useless things. She would say she named the Unibrain, except that by definition the Unibrain named itself.

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