Remember when I told you that M and I are going to become pet owners? I said that we were going to have a fish tank filled with pretty black fish. Sadly, that’s not going to happen. M and I simply couldn’t agree on what to put in it. I wanted a shark, he wanted goldfish. I can only assume he feels some sort of kinship with the little buggers. Why, I don’t know. I’ve been told a goldfish can only remember the last three seconds of its life at any given time, and I’m pretty sure M’s memory is marginally better. Then again, on Mythbusters they were able to train goldfish to swim through colored hoops in order to find food, and I’m positive M couldn’t be trained to do that. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter since we’re not going to do the whole fish tank thing after all. If we did, it would be strictly to grow our own cat food.
Yep, we are now the proud owners of a cat. Or rather, I’m proud. M’s mostly terrified. It seems he thinks they are all innately evil. M’s such a weirdo, how could this cute little thing possibly be evil? Say hello to Darth Vader:
Do you like the name? It was a toss up between Darth Vader and Bubbles. Darth Vader is a Ragdoll, he’s 12 weeks old and likes long walks on the beach and classical music. *