His name is Morton and he's sitting next to me.
He was super shy at first, but he seems to be warming up to everyone pretty well. Ms. Pickles and him get along royally. Klepto doesn't even hate him.
He's really pretty chill though. He's currently my movie date for the night, and he's been through 3 movies already tonight. He's just curled up on the couch, watching Ghostbusters.
I told myself my next cat would be Harold, but Morton just fits the little guy like a glove. I will have a cat named Harold one day, though. Mark my words.
Jesus Christ his farts are deadly. Like mother like son.
Also, I spent all day in a driving class yesterday. From 8:44- 4pm, I watched videos of dead people crashing their cars, and it's safe to say I'm emotionally scarred. The class itself wasn't actually that bad though, neither were the rest of the people there. Everyone was just kind of like, "None of us wanna be here, so we're all suffering together." We were all from different schools, but everyone just sort of found someone to fool around with. And the class was in the basement of a hotel, so there was a continental breakfast upstairs and we all just sort of raided it. And the class itself was in a college-sort of setup, and we were allowed to talk quietly and get up and walk around outside anytime we wanted to. I dunno, I just didn't hate it.
Mort doesn't move if you set things on his head. He'll just let it chill out there like a hat.
Okay I'm gonna watch Ghostbusters and do homework and play with this weird cat.
Also, is it just me or are Egon and Ray really um, "friendly" in the second movie? I'm diggin it.
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