. . . I'm wrong.
This is Shane, a 14-week-old kitten I scooped up from the Animal Rescue League in El Paso, Texas. I loved them so much--they're no-kill, they don't cage their cats once they're old enough to roam around, and the staff is awesome, which is why I tacked on an extra $25 to the adoption fee.
"Shane" is what the League had named him. I thought about changing it, even though the boyfriend was dead against my first choice of name, "Kurtis Blow"--but he really kind of looks like a Shane, don't you think? I can't seem to call him anything else.
Meanwhile, Sally is off in her room listening to The Cure and penning angry poetry about how misunderstood she is by the world. She'll come around. If she doesn't, I'll see if Lauren can't knit her a big black sweater to mope around in. But I'm not lending her my eyeliner.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Every Time I Think Texas Has Nothing Left To Offer Me
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He will annoy Sally to no end. It will do her good.
Melba Toast stops speaking to us for weeks on end each time there's a new addition to the family herd. She didn't want a Josie & The Pussycats, she didn't want a Boris, and she didn't really want a new human person when the child came along. She would likely weave a rope from dog hair and hang herself if we brought home a Shane. LOVE your Shane, however. Congrats!
Mazel Tov!
A catnip mouse is a tool, Ilyka, no better or no worse than any other tool, an axe, a shovel or anything. A catnip mouse is as good or as bad as the cat using it. Remember that.
He is super cute. And I think the name suits.
Awwww!
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