things without homes...

the other day, jimmy and i were driving late at night, home from the bar. and i saw something run across the road. i yelled, "what the shit was that? an armadillo?" he replied, "no. it was a possum." - - me, "oh, so an armadillo without a home...." i said it so "matter-of-factly"


last night, i went to my parents' house for some delicious grub. i walked in and the first thing my dad says, "hey did ya hear we got a cat?" uh, i thought he was mumbling on food or something. apparently, the neighbor brought over a VERY young kitten. saved it from being killed. it's soooooo helpless and adorable & REALLY skinny. my brother and i decided to name it Tank. and then my mom was feeding it from a kitten bottle and it bit the nipple off. yup! Tank it is! anyway, i didn't want to put it down. i was so tired, but all it wanted to do was cuddle. it had fleas, and we gave it about 3 flea baths, but i couldn't take it home with Cooper & Daisy. just in case. ....Tank. haha. what a great name! good idea mike!