My roommates came home with a cat today. Of course. God forbid I go more than two weeks without sharing my space with an animal of some sort. After birds, rabbits, turtles and poodles, it only makes sense that I wind up someplace with a cat. What’s next? A kinkaju?
I’ll leave the naming bit (as well as the caring for bit) to Erin and Meg, but if I had my druthers, she would be called Monkey (because that’s what I call every animal), Brian Setzer (’cause she was a stray, and she struts), or Food.