I read a terrible story in the local news paper today. The owner of four cats came home from work to let her cats in like she does everyday, but this time they didn't come home. Her neighbor gathered them up and claims to have dumped them throughout the city (along with his fiancee). He claims he thought they were strays, even though he's not a new neighbor and neither is the owner, and that they were damaging his door. The guy, who looks like an unapologetic A-hole who'll round up cats and kill them, is in jail unable to make bail. I call bullcrap. He killed them. He didn't know after all this time they had owners (didn't even ask anybody)? He didn't check with neighbors to make sure they weren't owned? He didn't call the city to pick them up (free, as opposed to using his own gas and time to get rid of them)? And he dropped them off in different places? Why? It doesn't add up. And his weasily fiancee refuses to say where they were dropped off and even though it's known they had an owner, she's still claiming it's a big deal over "Strays". I bet she helped kill them.
This cute little guy came home with me tonight. He's 18 weeks old, and a bundle of energy. I've only been accidentally clawed three times since we got back an hour ago... Now for the hard thing for me to do...I need a name for him. I've got one in mind, but want to see what you fellow Trekkers/Doctor Who/SciFi geeks can come up with.
^ Well, that would depend. Is its taxonomic nomenclature an endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature?
^Cute pic, Auntie. He seems to like to pose. After unwrapping gifts, before cleaning up we watched It's a Wonderful Life. When we got up from the movie, this is what we found.