I know I keep finding kitties I’d like to adopt, however I force myself to let a couple days go by in order to allow a lil rational in.  After reading about Colin, I’ve decided I’d like to become a foster home in order to save another life.

I actually got to meet with an AFRP representative today at PetsMart.  She’s fostering 12 cats at the moment; however she keeps ‘em in different rooms and cages so it’s not as bad as one might think.  Obviously 12 I’m not interested in, but having a cage or two gives you an a option when you leave the home for an hour or two.  

I was attempting to share this information with Fat Russ and what did he say? “I don’t want any more cats.”  Ummm, I would be taking care of them until they’re ready to be adopted.  Doesn’t matter and he’s not even listening.  He’s sure it may become an inconvenience to him and he’s trying to put his foot down and rule the roost.  That’s cute and all, but personally I would rather not watch the Lord’s channel or ever hear from the Bible again.  Oh and it would be nice if you managed to aim for the toilet bowl when ya piss.

But seeing as how I’m certain my demands will be ignored, I plan on ignoring the hell outta you too.

What are ya gonna do if I bring another cat in here?  Pray at me?  Threaten me?  Hit me?  The latter would be great as you’d get kicked outta this house for good.  So go fuck yourself; I’ll do as I please.