Last weekend my dear friend Nigel was acting very strange. When my sister and I both headed back to school for the week, he continued to act strange. My mother was sure that he was acting strange because he disapproved of his harness training and had somehow been psychologically traumatized.

Then they found out that he had been secretly eating about ( Read more... )

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This is really the whole entire complete point of my life: the cat.

We got him from the local Humane Society. He was so brown and striped and cat-like, and so we couldn't say no to him. What we liked best was that when a car drove by the window of the socialization room, he stood up like a meerkat or a gopher to get a better look. We thought that ( Read more... )