Howie
My Dad called me last night to inform me he found a baby kitty at work, and that it was sleeping peacefully in my Mom's arms. Shrill screams of delight from my end of the cellular device promptly woke up the peaceful kitty. I promptly named him Howie and my Mom called this morning to tell me that they are indeed going to keep the 1.2 lb of six weeks old of fluff...(Homer already despises Howie.)
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They were indeed quite shrill screams of delight. Followed by:
"Can we keep him? Can we keep him? I want to name him! His name is Howie. Awww I love Howie!"
Homer dosn't sound too friendly, maybe he's just temporally jealous...
Awww...you'll have to get a picture sent!
Very, very, cute!
He could be Baxter's new friend!!!
They could see each other every day. You could hidde little Howie in a secret cat-sized tree house in the Jo-Bowl.
*hide*
Wow, Christopher, that is quite an idea to ponder...
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