Brent Shepherd (he/him)

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Down these mean skeets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.

A man in a gray T-shirt lies back in bed reading a Kindle as his black-and-tan calico cat lies on his chest, her white paws stretched out in front of her, lightly gripping his T-shirt as though she’s climbing toward his face.
Marlowe, a black-white-and-tan calico cat with pale green eyes, turns her head to look into the camera as she perches on the arm of a persimmon-colored couch.
A black, tan and white calico cat sleeps on the poster’s chest, curled in the crook of his arm, one white paw extended, as the poster leans back in the big chair that is their desert island, smiling contentedly.
Close-up of a black-white-and-tan calico cat stretched out atop the supine photographer, her pale green eyes looking directly into the camera.
Atop turned-down bed covers, the bare feet of the poster, crossed at the ankles, extend from the elastic cuffs of his gray sweatpants. Just brushing one ankle is the rump end of a napping calico cat, her eyes and nose obscured by an extended front leg and its glovelike white paw.
A navy blue Harris-Walz T-shirt, modeled by the poster, who is on the right side of history.
My black, white and tan calico cat Marlowe, curled into an apostrophe of sleep, her white-gloved front paws extended, atop the folded-down French blue bedsheet and navy blue bedspread.
A black, tan and white calico cat sleeps contentedly, her head resting against the blue-sweatshirted torso of her human companion, his arm curled along the length of her spine. She finally awoke as I was typing this, 8 minutes before tipoff.
A 50-something man, wearing a blue Kansas Jayhawks T-shirt and a satisfied smile, reclines in a wide-backed gray chair with a dozing calico cat curled up in the crook of his arm.
My unjustly detained calico, Marlowe, in liberated repose in the great room of our rented manse, Down-at-Heels.
My calico, Marlowe, stretched out along the full width of the windowsill on a sunny Labor Day.
Potrait of man and calico stretched out on the closet floor (facing camera) to begin the first morning of Year Three together.
Portrait of Marlowe, a refined 9-pound calico lady, in elegant repose with her plush monkey.
My Kindle, my coffee cup, and my peacefully slumbering calico, Marlowe, curled up at my feet.
My 3-year-old calico, Marlowe, sleeping on me, her one orange ear glowing like an ember.
My 3-year-old calico, Marlowe, perched atop the back of a couch next to a sunny window, wishes you a happy Thanksgiving. As do I.
My hazel-eyed calico ninja, Marlowe, cooperating with the camera just long enough to pose for her birthday portrait, and no longer.