This is my baby Montgomery. Originally I had typed up a withering screed about how much I hated 50% of America's population but with that political venting out of my system I thought it best to not post it officially --Instead I'll just show you my surly, absolutely cherished kitten. Er, cat as the case may be. He's grown a lot in the time he's been with me, which would be approximately all of his life don'cha know. So here is my fuzzy baby presented for your indifference (if you come here for movies) enjoyment (if you're a cat person) or annoyance (if you're not --And if you're not... I have no time for you anyway.)
This is Pride week in Manhattan and friends are arriving soon to celebrate. Monty hates people as a matter of cat principle though he will, if the mood strikes him, cuddle up. If two friends arrive he will plop down in the center of the room for appropriate objectification and worship. If more than, say, four arrive he will disappear until the last soul has departed. Tonight we suspect he will make several appearances as there is fish on the dinner menu. I'm not proud of it but he's a total beggar.
More on Monty next Friday.
