my titles kept coming up dirty

i recently had my heart broken (see above, re: that time my dog crapped in my living room every day for three weeks out of spite) by eddie, who had to go back to live at nana's because the pressure of city life was too much for his delicate french constitution.

i was sad, caeser was miserably lonely, and thus i have acquired what you might call a rebound cat.

so i would like to introduce to you pirate, thusly named for that eye you can see which is slightly smaller than the other and frequently closed for no good reason at all:



she hid under my bed for a day, and has since turned quite mischievous. i won't go into details, but between her and the former dictator for life (paradoxical, i know, but what can i say? he's a complex - and whiny - cat) i am fully reassured that i will not be getting my security deposit back ("no, really, i'm pretty sure that particular patch of carpet was a mess of plastic strings when i moved in").

which just means i can paint any color i want without worrying about it.

score.