For the last two months, Favorite has been doing this thing with his face. He calls it growing a beard. I call it the traveling vagabond goes rainbow person look. But I'm totally willing to let you decide what you think.
Anyway, he's been promising me he would shave it and return to his former polished glory. So when he came out of the bathroom looking like this:
Then I threw up a little in my mouth.
Thankfully, he continued in his original endeavor (after much whining, crying and begging to keep the "chops").
At least, not for the next week.