A while back I got shot, and that really sucked. It put me in a wheelchair, and that really sucked, too. I've made pretty long strides since then, even gotten some feeling back, but this whole time my therapist kept telling me I should get some kind of animal companion.
Guess they make your mental health a less sketchy place. So Rose and I finally went out and got me a kitten. They're pretty low maintenance, you know, while still being generally warm and fuzzy. Better than fish, I guess. Hopefully I keep this thing alive.
Funny thing though, Logan. I'm gonna have to name this cat after you. Because look at this:
( cut for image size, open to all though - pretend the woman in the picture is neena )Beer isn't good for kitties, little guy.