The noble beast dominates Seneca Lake in Geneva, New York. (September, 2000)
This, on a visit to my alma mater and childhood stomping grounds.
Often people ask if that is blood on the front of his paws and while I'm tempted to enhance his machismo, "Yes, a wayward tabby, a tad too slow. Survival of the fittest, don't you know?" I must admit that it is merely the result of his cookie habit: Iams Large, broken in half, held between his front paws and gnawed to dust.