I am determined to knock out something resembling a blog post before midnight so that I can count it as being timely for Saki’s birthday. Yes, the evil little bitch is 12 years old today. Sort of. When we rescued him from Cat Jail (aka Animal Care and Control,) our vet estimated he was 9 months old. Since that was April 2008, we decided his birthday must be in July and the best birthday in July would be the 7th. Thus we declared his birthday was 7/7/07. So Bon anniversaire to my pal, Sakihito, Emperor of Market Street.
We celebrated by playing a rousing round of Chase the Intruder Tennis Ball, which is me rolling an old tennis ball through the apartment while he watches and occasionally runs in a totally ineffective manner. I must sign off now, as the birthday boy himself is annoyed at me paying attention to the computer and has commandeered the keyboard to make me stop.
Also, more naked guys, cause that’s all you pervs really want.