I have to go to work early today, of all days. But (a) Roger loves him. LOVES. (2) Does everyone have fleas now? Cause that's gonna cost me. (14) Do you like the name Pavlov, Sputnik or Stanford Blatch? I can't decide.
Oh, and he hates us. He spent the night hiding in the closet. Maybe because he's blue. BAH! He's a "pure bread" half Russian Blue/half Maine Coon, according to Craigslist. He is a "pure bread" as much as I am. From my vast menagerie of expensive top-of-the-line check-their-lineage pets, you can see I am into that sort of thing. I just liked him because he was gray. And no, there were NO KITTENS at the shelter. I am not making that up.
Okay, I have to go to work! Oh, and if anyone local is looking for an adult cat, there was one at the shelter who KILLED ME and I can tell you all about her when I am not swamped with work stuff. She is beautiful and so nice. Someone go get her. I am full up now. She is also a "pure bread." Really, tho, she has cream points and blue eyes and I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.