|on good days Lloyd will hug you|
We now have a cat on premises. He's been here for about 7 months now actually, but I haven't shown any pictures of him. His name's Lloyd and he's a friend of the family who suddenly had no place to go due to an untimely change of residency by his owner. No matter - we took him in and although at 14 years of age he's pretty long in the tooth to be moving from place to place he's still got a lot of youthful energy for an old coot. He chases stuff and likes to attack legs and hands at a moments notice and even draw blood if need be. Mainly though he sleeps the days and nights away when he's not doing the eating or attacking thing. It's mainly good to have a nice omen of good luck around. I hear that in many countries and in many cultures cats are considered a sign of good luck and prosperity, which is surprising since he seems to cost upwards of 50 bucks a month in food and cat sand. The latter of which there is nothing "good luck" about. I'm guessing ancient Egyptians and Japanese people had no sense of smell.
|Lloyd at rest|