I’m a dog person. Never been a big fan of cats, ambivalent at best. But there was a little fluffy cat that needed rescuing from a volcano, so wearing the correct protective gear, we did the right thing and dragged her to safety. We pretty much risked our own lives to do so. She’s a cutie. She’s called Ghostface Killah. Here she is:
There’s a few reasons for the name:
1) She’s white apart from her face.
2) At the moment, she only really seems to come out from hiding and enjoy our company at night.
3) Like Method Man said about the other Ghostface Killah, she’s “now you see me, now you don’t.”
4) I find it incredibly amusing to have inappropriate names for pets (see also Claire’s goldfish, Carrot, who I’ve re-named Megatron).
So, this post more than anything is a warning in advance of a possible avalanche of cat photos. God, I hate myself…