Michelle and I have a baby. Yeah, you're thinking, "That was quick!" We adopted, of course.
I never thought I'd see the day where I was a cat owner. But we adopted a little bob-tailed kitty named Toby Koonta Kitteh. He's a proud black Nubian cat, with a warrior's spirit. He don't take crap from no one. I've already taught him to give the black power fist. He's a climber, and he doesn't fear anything. He jumped from Michelle's shoulder to a towel hanging in the shower at her friends' and tried to climb as the towel fell. Luckily, my reflexes were fast enough, and I caught him just barely with a finger... his claw in my finger. It didn't hurt, and I didn't mind. He's a young warrior, and kin. I'm amazed that a single one of his claws was strong enough to hold him up, even for a short time. He's tenacious. Kinda reminds me of my brother Dennis. Or his mommy.
Michelle has good news, and that makes my heart sing. I think I'm going to be moving back in with her. Or in with her. She's the one moving back in. But I will not steal her thunfer. Thunder. What in the hell is thunfer?