Thursday, July 12, 2012


We are the proud people of the most interesting cat in the world. He was named Otis by the folks who put a microchip in his neck but he thinks his name is James Bond. He (when he is punched in, after all the naps) chases evil flies, bees, moths, and even moving objects unseen by us with two legs all in the name of Her Majesty's Secret Service. We're not supposed to let him outside (he rarely tries - another oddity) and he is fixed (fixed boycats are THE best pets!!) and he fills his litter box about every other day (thirsty, thirsty boy in this heat). He jumps up onto our laps with the perfunctory 'murrt' and jams his head into every arm and leg he can. He doesn't purr real loud like some quats I've had but he climbs on our heads in bed at 3 in the morning with the best of them! I am thankful for the amusement and cheap entertainment he provides.

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