I have been on the perfect puppy hunt for months, so, in my typical fashion, I visited a pet rescue open house yesterday and returned with...a kitten. I've said for months how I definitely don't want a cat, because you can't take them to the park for walks and they're sneaky and pounce on you and try to trip you as you go up and down stairs, but after one look at this little guy, I knew he had to come home with me. His shelter name is Napoleon, and while I had great plans to rename him Eeyore (like the gloomy grey donkey from Winnie the Pooh), Napoleon is starting to grow on me.
I have been on the perfect puppy hunt for months, so, in my typical fashion, I visited a pet rescue open house yesterday and returned with...a kitten. I've said for months how I definitely don't want a cat, because you can't take them to the park for walks and they're sneaky and pounce on you and try to trip you as you go up and down stairs, but after one look at this little guy, I knew he had to come home with me. His shelter name is Napoleon, and while I had great plans to rename him Eeyore (like the gloomy grey donkey from Winnie the Pooh), Napoleon is starting to grow on me.
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