Somebody decided to burden my life graciously give me this low-dow rascal cute lil cat last Fall.  I use the word "give" loosely.  I didn't want nor need a cat, but apparently somebody out there thought that I did.  He was probably every bit of 6 weeks old when I almost killed him took him for his first car ride.  I got a hankerin' fer a cherry limeade and drove myself up to the Sonic Drive-In.  I drove all the way there and back home again only to find out that Sebastian had taken a passenger seat next to the motor.  I just shook my head and reallized there's a reason cats are cats and dawgs are dawgs.

Cats act as if they're doing you a favor by living in your house, eating storebought food, and clawing your furniture to shreds.  Take really good care of them and they'll display their gratitude by harking up a hairball on your carpet.  And that's why he stays outside.

But I reckon he's a'ight....fer a cat.