The legend continues with the story of my two cats Trot and Drew (white chin). AWWWWWWWWWWWWW - aren't they so cute! We have had them for about 2-1/2 years now. Trot was named for none other than the almighty right fielder Trot Nixon of the Boston Red Sox (Go SOX!) and Drew was named for the x-Patriot & future Cowboy QB Drew Bledsoe. DRRRREEEEWWWWWW! Well we like him anyway! We have decided that our cats our psychotic. Trot will run around the aprtment meowing at nothing (unless I suppose we have ghosts) and Drew likes to stick his head through the handles of plastic bags (like the ones from Shaw's) and lick them (as if they were coated with Acid or something). They are also dumb. Even though we took the time to name them - we could theoretically refer to them as Crap Bag and Little Shit - I know they wouldn't know the difference. But despite the fact they are probably the dumbest cats we know they are still the best and we love 'em!
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I loved that episode of Friends -- Princess Consuela Banana Hammock, happily married to Crap Bag. I guess all couples reinvent themselves one way or another. Very cute tuxedo cats -- names may be petty, but I think it's safe to assume there is some perfectly acceptable rationale behind their otherwise inscrutable actions. Housecats are clever that way. Humans not so much.
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