
Now there is Wonka. Or Willy. Or Spencer. Or Pekoe.

Kitty is now in the lower floor of the house hanging out with Charlie. I assure you, he won't be staying as my allergies can hardly stand Chuck. I'll be posting some photo's of him on the work fridge in hopes to hook a kind soul into adopting him and give him a nice life.
Or... we could be a 2 dog, 2 cat household. The pharmacists will know me by name with all of the allergy medicine I'll need to buy. But the look on Gilday's face when the kitten fell asleep in his arms? Worth it.
Dear God, you're turning into cat people.
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