The New Kitten
Alright, alright, alright. Enough already with the e-mails. Enough I say!
Yes, I wrote a column about my new kitten. (One friend suggested/warned that I'm allowed no more than one column/year about kittens. After that, goodbye career writing humor/commentary about politics and current events! Helllllloooo contributing editor of Cat Fancy!)
And yes, it's cute as a hell. And, fine, yes, alright, I'll post a picture. His name is Django, he's now almost five months old, and he joins Ella the dog, Coltrane the dog, and Alice the still-semi-cranky-about-the-kitten, nine-year-old cat.
Fine, I confess. I'm the freaking Dr. Doolittle of Monterey, Massachusetts. Okay? Happy? Sheesh.

Django, looking somewhat hobbit-like.
Yes, I wrote a column about my new kitten. (One friend suggested/warned that I'm allowed no more than one column/year about kittens. After that, goodbye career writing humor/commentary about politics and current events! Helllllloooo contributing editor of Cat Fancy!)
And yes, it's cute as a hell. And, fine, yes, alright, I'll post a picture. His name is Django, he's now almost five months old, and he joins Ella the dog, Coltrane the dog, and Alice the still-semi-cranky-about-the-kitten, nine-year-old cat.
Fine, I confess. I'm the freaking Dr. Doolittle of Monterey, Massachusetts. Okay? Happy? Sheesh.

Django, looking somewhat hobbit-like.


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