We've been losing sleep around here because of the cat soon to be formerly known as Bojangles. We need some extra strong coffee so dad is back to making Turkish coffee. I love it because of the cat sized cups, even if I won't touch the stuff.
Turns out Mr. B is a singer just like me. He's been singing really loudly in the middle of the night. He's not quite as good as me, but then again he doesn't have a boot sock in the room for inspriation. He's still laying low.
Mom and Dad continue to try out names on him to see if he responds to any of them.
