[joeychitwood]

Ragdoll. This was Joey. He walked into my garage late one night as a kitten. Malnourished, ear mites, fleas. I was standing next to my Ducati talking to a friend. Joey bonded to the motorcycle. He was a dog wannabe. He'd play fetch, go for walks on a leash, and he loved to lounge around the house. He died at age three of a distal aortic blood clot. I still miss him.