Back at the old S. Philly house. He is perched on his favorite Ikea chair (which I still have) questioning this strange device I keep waving in his face.
Still at the old house, after much of the stuff is moved out. "Where is it all?" he wonders...
Perched on the kitchen counter in my new apartment. He must be watching the birds outside the screen door (which presently has a glass pane instead of screen in it).