InsaneJournal

This loud little bloke strolled right into Puddifoot's with me yesterday morning, then followed me straight home after I'd gone through the books. He's officially been here twenty-four hours, has made himself comfortable at the window, and refuses to be shooed away. I suppose that means I have no choice but to accept I have a cat now.



My ears will never be the same. I haven't figured a name yet, but whatever it is should be a comment on his volume, I think.