A facial expression that defines Waldo as a whole. Confused, doubt, hopelessness, and mild wisdom from his years sitting in the same place in the house, for 8 hours at a time, watching the world revolve around him.
Waldo in action. His sleepiness intrigue's even the most intellectual philosophers, and his snoring wakes even the most deep sleepers. His facial expressions change in his sleep, while everything else moves up and down from his inconsistent breathing. His whiskers even look like they are resting, while at the same time, the white fur on his chin is fading.
His bones get increasingly cold during the winter, therefore, he needs every possible sunlight ray he can get. The camera makes him angry, feel depressed and lonesome, feel as if he is a dying breed.
His achluophobia does not stop him from walking in the night. In fact he fights many raccoons to gain his wise reputation around the neighborhood.
One of my favorite pictures of him. This represents his dominance over daisy. He loves to look down on her, scold her, and whine at her when she gets close. All in all, it's an unbalanced relationship.
His daily stroll outside the house sometimes gets cut short when he see's a canine across the street, or a loud car driving by. If he could, he would sit outside on the steps all day, half of his moldy body in the sunlight, and half in the cool shade.
His shorter hairs on his nose are ideal for petting, and his blubbery cheeks are sensitive to the human touch. Trapped in a maximum security household, he has hours to reflect on what his life has been like. Wondering what he could have done differently.
Depressed at the sight of the world running without him, a flick of his tail is all he needs to show his true emotions.
Starting a deal with the Arminian Mafia, He battles to defend his turf. His fraternity of feline's consisted of just himself, though still running the block maturely and with zero flaws.
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