On July 21st, 2011 I adopted an orange tabby named Bob. His name is an acronym of Beautiful Orange Boy. And he is a beautiful orange boy. But he’s an asshole.
He was a foster fail. Actually, I never officially adopted him. Technically, I’m still fostering him.
So Bob has this thing of getting into shit he’s not supposed to get into. Especially like running out of the fucking house when we’re not watching. Which he did. He was gone for 12 hours and while we thought he was just hiding somewhere in the house, we knew he was out somewhere having some kind of adventure that he’s been forbidden to take.
So we sat around the house praying he was just hiding. Then that same evening, my husband walked outside the house to check the mail (don’t ask) and then here comes this son of a bitch walking in like nothing ever happened. I would share the video but I’ve been asked not to show it because a certain someone is starring in it and he doesn’t like his face online. Understandable.
But today…this morning rather…he wanted to do it again…
Now he’s just laying all over my shit trying to keep me from working (currently freelancing) and blogging.
Even though he’s been a pain in the ass lately…he’s still my #1 Kitty.