I am Now the Proud Father
Of an 8-month old cat/kitten whom I have named Tunch (after Tunch Ilkin, a former Steeler lineman). I had played with him for an hour last week while I was at the pound, because I wanted to make sure I got an ornery fellow. I also have to have ‘the look’ (pet owners know what I mean) from an animal, to know we are gonna be a good fit. At any rate, Tunch is now tear-assing around my house like he is hopped up on something. I guess the first time out of a cage is kind of liberating. If you would like to see a picture of Tunch, you can go here. He is the third cat down.
And he is ornery. I never knew I had so many fun things in my house until I brought him home.
*** Update ***
This cat owns. He tore around my house for five hours, ignored every toy I bought him, and then attacked a coca cola lid for 20 minutes. He then raced around the house for another hour, and collapsed on top of a heap of clothes. Dig it.