
On an unrelated note, I have a new cat. Ain't he cute!? His markings are very similar to Zeb's, with the exception being black & white versus grey & white. I got him from the pound at the end of January and nursed him back to health (the pound crud). He's now a non-stop kitty. The one funny thing about his fur is that he was almost named Roots. As in bad dye job. His black fur comes with white roots. Half & half. It's cute!
He was almost a dead cat last night ... he somehow managed to squeeze his newest toy under my neck right at the edge of the pillow. Then spent the next seven hours trying as hard as possible to get it out. He was nudging, pawing, purring, nudging, anything he could think of to make me stay awake. I thought he was just being a royal pain in the arse. Nope. He was just trying to pry his toy from under my head. ARGH! Yes, I drank a LOT of coffee today, but still feel like nodding off this afternoon ... anyhoo, back to Jackson. Nicknamed Boo Boo Kitty. He's a pound kitty, turns two in July, is the most active animal I've ever known, likes to play fetch with my ponytail bands (I toss them down the hall, he runs them back to me, I toss them down the hall ...) and is Chatty Cathy. Big time!

I'm outta here to go finish off my day with a run at the Jack Quinn's Runner's Club 5k -- a Tuesday night social run. Good times!