On January 3, 2009, a little, naughty ball of fluff came home for the first time.
After a bout of illness, he grew big and strong, and he climbed to new heights.
Discovered the finer things in life.
(Even if he didn’t always share them so well.)
No one could ever believe that face could ever be naughty (or steal whipped cream).
Surely he wasn’t being naughty. He was relaxing in the windowsill. Wasn’t he?
That’s our Naughty Newton. Happy gotcha day, buddy. We love you!
