A kitty is coming to live with me. Soon, right after my surgery. Hubby finally said yes, he wants one, too. We will go to the shelter and pick out a girl cat who likes to sit in laps and butt foreheads. Maybe we will get two kitties. Maybe we will get a puppy, too. Maybe two puppies. Maybe a pygmy goat or three. Yeah! A kitty is coming.
Oh, yeah, “Lost.” I don’t give a shit. I’m not even watching the last two weeks.