Kitten, thy name is Fozzy....

So yesterday was my last ASL class for the semester, right? There's this unbelievably cute girl named Evie in the class, and through her I've been following the growth of her friend's cat's litter o' kittens. One in particular interested me, a little gray male named Allowicious Devadander Abercrombie. The lad supposedly had a home designated for him, but alas, at the last moment he found himself homeless and destined for the pound. Egads! We all know where this is going, so let me just say I picked him up yesterday after school and his name has since been changed to Fozzy. As in Fozzy Bear from the Muppets? Of course. He's tiny, fits in my hand, and oooh so cute. Silver is doing her requisite "nose out of joint" routine, although not too bad. The only time she skipped such formalities was with Lewis, she's always loved him. Anyway, Lewis has adopted him. He adores him! He follows him around, plays with him, and takes it admirably well when Fozzy Allowicious Abercrombie smacks him in the face. Winston, as always, is very mildly curious about him, but for the most part oblivious. Fozzy, on the other hand, is the only cat I have ever ever EVER seen who absolutely loathes Winston. He loved the dog he grew up with, he loves Bailey (of course), but hates Winston. Weird, huh? Oh well, he'll get over it. They always do....

If I could get him to sit still long enough I'd take a picture and post it. The whole thing reminds me of Sly when he was little, I even have the baby food for him. *sigh*

I want breakfast at Latif's. One of these weekends I'm going to drive to Turlock for brunchfast.