Those of you who don’t get the joke should be very, very grateful.
Posts involving my friends of a more feline persuasion.
One of those things I want to do when I’ve settled out in Seattle is get a cat or cats. (Probably 2-3.)
Despite the fact that none of these kitties will still be around when I’m on the market, I look at shelter cats online on a fairly regular basis. Today I found the three little loves of my life:
Darryl
Little Darryl
Larry
I no longer think kittens = cute the way I used to, but even I think these guys are adorable. Unfortunately, they have cerebellar hypoplasia, which impairs their balance and causes them to have difficulty climbing, jumping and walking without falling. (I can’t help feeling a bit sympathetic - for most of 2006 I had a balance disorder which made my day-to-day life miserable.) I hope that doesn’t keep them from finding a good and loving home…
And hey, if it does, I’ll be out there in short order. I just have to find an apartment that will allow three cats