So this week I rented Victor an hourly sloth for our anniversary. He, in return, got me something equally snuggly…a scrawny, orange rescue kitten who won’t stop purring.
This is him doing his Popeye impression. He’s not very good at it but we like to encourage him.
This is him again with a corncob pipe I’ve photoshopped in.
We’re still stuck on a name but so far we like Dartanian, Valentine, Chairman Meow, Mister Perkins, and Hunter S. Thompson (Because he both vomited and shit on me on the way home and is continuously and unapologetically getting his ass into trouble. Plus he was all paranoid in the car and I think I heard him whisper “THIS IS BAT COUNTRY.”)
Here are some more pictures of him because WHO NEEDS A JUSTIFICATION FOR MORE KITTEN PICTURES?
And in other news it’s time for the weekly wrap-up but I haven’t really had a chance to do anything this week so there’s nothing to report except that Goodreads and Facebook paired up to select the “books that real people love” and mine was the number one pick for nonfiction. Yeehaw, y’all.