It's been a wild week. My car has been down for a bit after the clutch died from leaving my freinds Bob and Lynn's wedding on HALLOWEEN. Don't ask. I'm just happy that they're together. THe Big Show has been well recieved and I hope I can hold it over for awhile. It's even gotten a mention in our local weekly, Connect Savannah
. But the biggest news is I have a cat. A kitten to be precice.
A few weeks ago, I got a phone call from the previously mentioned Bob. He and Lynn's cat (one of too damn many) had just given birth and needed room. His first full sentence to me after "Hi, Sam" was "Hey, I got a cat for you. His name is Whoozitz
. Now, he has always known that I've always wanted a dog, and that I would always call him Whoozitz. Well, the mook beat me to it and made him a kitten. He brought him to me a few days later and the cat has been...well, interesting. As of now, he's twelve weeks old and full of energy. He's also full of claws and teeth, as my arms and fingers can show. The roomate has been cool with him and my landmonkey has no choice in the matter, as long as he doesn't eat the furniture. So, I finally have a pet. I just wish I had more bandages and cat nip to keep the old boy calm.