Last night I found a kitten running around the parking deck by my office. He was so tiny and cute and pathetic I called my wife to ask whether we could clean him up and find him a home. This is like asking a crack addict if they know what to do with a vial of white rocks you found. Due to his abandoned situation and proximity to various restaurants featuring Asian cuisine, I named him "The General", after General Tso's chicken, a particular menu favorite of mine. It seemed he could become the General whether he came home with me or not. He's extremely cute, much cleaner, and looking for a good home. Let me know if you'd like to be invaded next.
The wet look was not becoming.
The bath washed away all my dignity.
Hiding in the carrier
Feeling a bit lost
The universal language of "Get the string"
Taunting, swinging, delicious strings.
Spectacular dance moves
Put your paws in the air
The Vulcan Scruff Hold
Bad day to be a string
Death by Cute
iPounce
He prefers Android to iPhone. Who knew?
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