His name is Spenser and he is eleven years old. If I am the queen, then he is probably the king...or perhaps the emperor. His life consists of eating, napping, being adored and petted, and generally being waited on.Spenser is our crotchety old man. He has sparks of liveliness, when the Mother Ship calls to him and he races around the house at high rates of speed, but he mainly sleeps and complains. He and Aidan are great buddies now and I am sure it won't be long before Spenser sleeps with him at night instead of us.
It's good to be king, eh Spenser?
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