Let me introduce you all to Rudy/ Lucifer / Diablo / Beelzebub / Kevin. Rudy is such a sweet name for this demon of a cat. I mean, I like him. Don’t get me wrong. But do you realize how RUDE he is? Last night, I was passed out. Completely asleep. Apparently my foot was sticking out from under my blanket because all of a sudden something tried eating my big toe. The Devil wanted to rip it right off of my foot. Why? I think it’s because he was jealous of Ace getting to sleep up next to me in his normal spot. Satan wanted it. So he ate my toe.
So what happened for me to bring home this random kitten? Well, I went to PetsMart to look at fish. I got inspired by an interior design store in Tulsa and decided that I wanted a big huge bowl of goldfish as a centerpiece on a tablethingy I made a long time ago. Do you realize how awesome it would have looked? Freaking awesome. Anyway, in order to get to the fish section, you have to pass by the cute whittle kitties that are up for adoption. I have been thinking about getting another cat but I kept talking myself out of it. Anyway. I went in the little room and there was this adorable little gray kitten who crawled up in my lap and batted at my hand and chased a feather and purred and meowed. How was I supposed to walk away from that?? Especially when he reminded me a little bit of Sam. Ugh. After having him in my home for less than 24 hours, I have learned that he is a BIG FAT LIAR. This cat is not sweet. He is a bitch. So I have an A-Hole and a Bitch for cats. I know it seems like I am complaining but honestly? I think it’s way more fun that way.
So. Instead of walking out with fish, I walked out with a 7 month old kitten named Kevin (obviously we aren’t sticking with that name).
You know, this is kind of wierd, but he really resembles Randall a little bit. Randall is the Prez of the company I work for and he likes to argue with me way too much.
Dear Friends:
Rudy/ Lucifer / Diablo / Beelzebub
Randall:
So maybe I should just name the cat Randall? I’m seriously thinking about it. Your help in this dilemma of mine would be greatly appreciated. And just for shits and giggles, her is Acey-PooBear just because I love him so much.
How about calling him Dooce as a not to his split personality? Then you’d have an Ace and a Dooce. He he!
So um….what are you going to do with your super cool bowl we found at the store? It’s too massively cool to be ignored
Oh, I’m still getting some fish! That bowl is awesome! Just call me Zoo Keeper from now on.
OMG I can’t stop laughing. The cat really does look like your boss!!! How about a generic boss name, like “Mr. Peterman” or something? I love animals with sir names! (But maybe that’s just me!)