Yesterday, we got a new kitten.
This summer my father talked about how much he wishes we had a lap cat, which our older cat is not. We still love our 11 year old cat, but we wanted even more cuteness to love, besides our two rabbits.
My brother's co-workers were giving away free kittens, and we fell in love with the little black one with the white nose and feet.
I wanted to name him MJ in honour of Michael Jackson but SOMEBODY didn't like that idea.
We decided on Ozzy, from a rather long story, and I'm too lazy to tell it.
Our cat is, indeed, the prince of darkness.
Today friends Nemi and Anthony are coming over to check the cat out before their vacation for three weeks. Then we're taking him over to their house tomorrow.
OMG, FAMILY GUY IS ON.
Also, Billy Mays died, so what the hell?
Is the world killing off the people we love and sort of took for granted?
I miss them.
I'm tired of seeing all of his commercials. They make me sad.
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