Graham the Cat

Well some of you know already (I type as I sniffle) that we un-officially have a cat. His name is Graham. He is not our cat and that is not his name. He just shows up (about twice a day 10:30am and then 7pm.) Chris named him Graham, not realizing that is our neighbors name and sometimes makes a fool of himself calling for Graham in a kissy-cat-calling voice. He (the cat) eats our food, plays with our string, and makes us both sneeze. But we like him, he does lots of very cute cat things I won’t bother sickening you with. Well okay just the one. I accidentally dropped some butter on my toe and he licked it off. I guess it is funnier if you were there.

Somebody wants in.