whiskeytiger

This was the kitten that Barbi bought a few weeks ago when we first started dating, his name is Jensen and look how cute he it. I love that little lightning bolt shaped stripe on his face. She used to bring him over every few days and he'd stay with me about half the time, like having shared custody of a child... a furry, sharp clawed, playful child.



Now this hellion is annoying me so much that i wanna throw him out the window (which wouldn't do much damage since i live on the first floor) but he's in this phase where he likes to get into everything and claw the shit out of me while i sit at the computer. Barbi and Jensen both basically live with me, i spend more time calling him "get off that damn table" than his name. haha. it's incredibly agitating. plus i won't even let him sleep with us anymore because at some point in the middle of the night he likes to jump down off the bed, climb up onto the dresser and attempts to climb into the turtle tank, usually knocking a bunch of shit over.

If you see on the news "Cleveland man found dead in his apartment, an apparent murder-suicide with his pet cat" -- that's me...