My brother's cat would bring us mice & birds as presents and leave 'em on the door step. The kitten of her's that we kept for me, I just found out a few months ago, died like in 2011. That sumbitch lived to be... Lessee. He was born Feb. 1994.. 16 or so. Eh. I guess that's not too surprising. I hadn't really seent him in many yrs though. Not since before my dog passed away anyway. Have only had 1 cat besides him and she ended up running away. She was evil. I'm not a cat person. I hate scooping litter boxes. But, the off spring wants one and I think it's time she had a pet of her own with me.

Police it? WTF word did I mean to put there? Stole? Read? I have no idea what I did to that book now besides read the damn thing. I know I still have it. I finished the movie. I won't spoil it for you though. ;p

And I just realized that -once again- I've repeated myself. I swear I'm getting Early Alzheimer's. The shit runs on both sides of my family. ^ You'll know what I'm talking about momentarily.