My ex-girlfriend has requested more pictures of Ghlaghghee because, as she puts it “they’re the only reason I come to visit your site.” Well, now. Considering how much pain and aggravation I caused her while we were going out, I suppose it’s only fair to give her something in return. Also, men, here’s a quick lesson for you: If you can help assuage decade-long memories of your relationship buttheadedness through the exhibition of a few pictures of your new kitten, for God’s sake, do it. (I should note that the ex in question and I are excellent friends, and not just because of kitty pictures.)
Having said that, our first picture of Ghlaghghee:
Here he is taking a nap underneath my desk in my office. At the time this picture was taken, it was about 4:30 in the afternoon. Rest assured that 12 hours later, he was wide awake and doing his best to attack my extremities while I slept. We’re going to have to work on that. Speaking of which:
Here’s Ghlaghghee attempting to consume my big toe. Aside from being a balanced part of any cat’s complete breakfast, this particular toe has been discovered by Ghlaghghee to be the Root of All Evil, which must thereby be attacked whenever possible. This battle will end only when the toe has been vanquished, or Ghlaghghee has been turned to the dark side (the toe is not his father). Inasmuch as losing a big toe would really impact my ability to wear flip-flops, you should probably expect pictures of Evil Ghlaghghee, complete with pointy goatee, sometime in the reasonably near future. And here’s our last photo of the day:
This is what I imagine is very close to the last thing an unsuspecting cricket ever sees before it is pounced upon. Yes, Ghlaghghee is very cute. Just not if you’re the aforementioned cricket.
Okay, that’s enough adorable fluffiness for one day.