Though it may come as a shock to some people, today is Friday. That means my new article is up on the City Wire. If you would like to read it, click here: Not the Best Burger. If you would not like to read the article, click here: Not the Best Anything.

Kingston has this new habit of coming into the bedroom around 5:30am and meowing incessantly. So, to curb this meowing, I’ve started grabbing him and hugging him into a snuggle. Since he’s a snuggler, he does not protest, but purrs loudly. It is like in his twisted psycho kitty mind that was what he had wanted all along. Then, he will decide to make biscuits somewhere very sensitive like my nipples or my neck flesh causing me to try and rearrange him. This involves lifting the blanket up. Guess what I discover once I lift the blanket. You guessed it. A giant horrific cat fart. Kingston just smiles. He is an asshole. If only I could take a photo or video of this ritual, I could post it here.

So, now that you’ve chuckled at my expense, it is time for you to have your mind blown. Dave sent me these last night, at which point my mind was blown. Prepare your self for rhymin’.

And of course, there’s a rebuttal.

Yeah, mind blown.

Well, it is time for me to return to making fish plates. More soon. ~SC