Roomie!

I don't live by myself anymore - once again, I have a roomie! He moved in the same day school started, and we've been getting acquainted. I quite like him, actually. He even sleeps on my bed and gives me love bites. Silly boy.
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Whaaat?!?! It's a CAT! Sheesh. (har har) My little bro is working a lot in Pemberton, about three and a half hours from Vancouver, and since his landlords decided to take back the suite, and he's never in town anyway, he decided to just go live in the hotel the company provides in Pemberton for a few months... which of course left the question of, "What do I do with my cat?" So I'm long-term cat sitting for my brother. Might be a month, might be as long as four. So for that time, Odie is the new kid in HillaryTown.

That's right. Odie. A dog's name, you ask? Not exactly. See, my brother was at a house party one night and the host had some kittens. He decided that he was going to take one home. Brendan, being Brendan, decided he was gonna name the cute bundle of kittenny fluffiness "Old Dirty Cat." ODC, if you will. "Odie" for short. Crazy boy.

But anyway, Hooray! It's a great way to test-drive cat ownership! And besides, idn't he cuuuuute?