How much do they charge?
And a-one and a-two…
Hope he gets a good REF-erence for his next job
I won’t tell if you don’t…
How cool! Today is my son’s birthday as well, he’s in good company.
When it’s spleen time in the Rockies…
That made me snicker.
When I first moved away from home, a friend rescued a kitten from the middle of a mountain road. We took him in and called him Bozo. BF was always listening to Firesign Theater albums (1974) so it was a given. That cat was smart. Ate food using his paw as a spoon, followed us around town like a dog. He would sit outside the door of the store while we shopped and wait for us. He disappeared soon after my son was born the next year.A few years later we took in another cat that had been found in the mountains, as well. Bozoette! What a little terror she was, but a great hunter. She would let you pet her ONCE and then the claws came out. We couldn’t keep her indoors, she roamed the field nearby and daily brought me mice, rabbits, a snake (!), birds, etc. Had her for 11 years.Around 2000-20005 we had a line of strays that found us. Fluffy, the sweetest kitty ever, so named because he was, well, fluffy. Slick, a tuxedo who loved chocolate cake and ice cream. His fur was short and soft, making him feel slick. A little feral girl named Spot (guess why!) who was only around for about a year. Then came Mooch, my tuxedo sweetie, named after the cat in Mutts comic strip. We took my nephew’s cat, Mao Mao when they didn’t have time for her. She was a little black blob, so we said her “rap name” was Lil’ BB. Wanted constant petting and attention, she ran this place with an iron paw. What Mao Mao wanted, she got.Now we have our 2 rescue cats, Apple and Sammy. They were already named when we took them so we didn’t change it.Sorry to be so wordy, I guess cats have been a bigger part of my life than I thought! :-)