Sgt. Pepper
So the most amazing little stray cat came into our lives about a week ago….and he decided to stick around. (Probably because we put out food and water for him.) We don’t have any room for him…and besides…he’d overcome our current human to cat ratio. (A ratio that we’re quite fond of.) In the meantime we’ve name him Sgt. Pepper (as we name all of our pets after Beatles tunes). We call him Sarge for short…cause he’s such a crazy little guy. (We also thought a Beatles song from the later 60’s would be appropriate, as he brings us mushrooms as peace offerings…seriously…he leaves them on our porch.) We called the humane society to see about getting him a home, but they don’t have any room for kittens. So that leaves us with Sarge…living on our front porch. If you want an amazing and quite lovable kitten…let us know. He’s probably 4 months old or so…and he’s a gray tabby. Answers to the name of Sarge….and the sound of cat food being dished up. Anyway…I need to get to bed. I have my first college fair of the season tomorrow…so I need to get some sleep. Adios!