Sometimes, good things happen. Other times, you go to a little building at the top of the hill at the end of a dirt road and you make good things happen. This case was the latter.
For a long time, you’ve all had my cat Moira inflicted upon you in a similar way to how she inflicts herself upon me every morning: claws out and very cute.
But Moira has always been kind of a wildcat. She loves to play and bolt around the house. She’s also some kind of kitty savant because I’ve never seen a cat this smart with this much lucidity in their eyes. My Mo is an adorable psychopath genius.
And now she isn’t alone.
This is Alistair, also called Al, and he came home yesterday. I’ll introduce you to him in the same way I’m going to introduce him to the grad students I’m mentoring later.
He is a very good boy and woke me and my partner up last night because of his relentless need for cuddles and his absent social boundaries. He also only has one eye which is why we called him Alistair–like the crazy-eyed teacher from Harry Potter except spelled different and also he doesn’t look greasy and is not David Tennant in disguise. He has bonked his head only once in the dark as far as I’ve heard.
I’m going to go pet him now because I’m weak and he’s soft and there’s a chance I won’t make it to work because he doesn’t like it when we leave and how could I inflict that on a new buddy?