I know some people can’t understand why I would do this to myself. I’ll just explain by saying I couldn’t resist. I needed the kind of purry cuddles and social aptitude my other furbabies were unable to give. Not that I don’t totally understand that, and I still adore my two scaredy furbabies. But clearly we needed another one.
This is Jasper. He’s about 8 months old and has extra toes (I have a weakness for kitties with huge feet). So far he is very friendly and happy, and I hope he will be able to act as feline ambassador here when people visit, so that I don’t continually get accused of lying about owning cats.
You don’t think I am crazypants? This hasn’t convinced you? Just wait until I build the chicken coop and procure some hatchlings. Maybe that’ll do it.
And now back to my regularly scheduled knitting.