Birthday started off right, when my Black Friday off-brand TV showed up early. It works! And it's flat.
Also Senior showed up in time to get some pho.
Ana took me to fancy dinner, so I wore my Sunday clothes.
Then we met up with friends, and Patso had worked his magic again:
And Riff Raff was there. She says I always take creepy pictures of us, which I disagree with but tried to take one anyway:
So New Cat, aka PJ Winkleman, aka Funky Winkerbean, aka Steven Seagal: The Cat, shockingly didn't fare too well here at the house full of other cats and a dog. So after months of fear and depression, we found her a new home. I told her new owner, Riff Raff, that she could have New Cat if she paid me $40,000 in unmarked bills.
We made the exchange tonight, and Riff Raff promptly injected New Cat with horse tranquilizer.
"No," I exclaimed! "You need to use cat tranquilizer!"
Riff Raff thought for a moment and then said indignantly, "What do I look like, some sort of cat tranquilizer factory?"
So that's that. I'll make Riff Raff send periodic updates for our enjoyment.
