Scarley and I went for a little drive earlier this week, and bought this little guy home with us.
The people at the pound had called him Buster, but he was promptly re-named Scout. He also answers to 'it's-my-turn-with-the-kitten-let-me-have-a-turn'.
He's purring away on me as I type {and just FYI, kittens are just as bad as small children when it comes to upending liquids onto computers. It's a wonder my laptop is still functional at all}.
May a long and happy life await you, Scout.
And may the small children start going to sleep at bedtime as they should, rather than 'whispering' {I use the term very, very loosely}, "Scout, come and sleep on my bed..." for several hours.
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