My cat is retarded

But i still love him.

Although my life has been just non-stop chaos since about March, I think things are finally evening out for me. But, lest you forget, that at this moment... i am knocking heavily upon my wooden desk.

Aw! You Jest!

Ok - sorry - old folklore language took a hold of me.

I think i'm getting fattuh. You know this is true, when you feel like your face is expanding.

It's great...but something i'm not caring too heavily about right now.

And I'll tell you why.
Let me point out that fat is cute - with a picture of my 2 month old nephew (whom is in town tonight for a few days):


I rest my case.