Hey ya'll. Guess you heard the Mom got her carp all messed up and posted Sunday on Saturday. Hee-hee. I've been givin this new kitteh thing sum serious thought and, I. Still. Hate. Him. I would hang the little bugger out to dry if I could. Mom says I'm walkin on thin ice. Whatefur. If she don't like it, she can just kiss my hairy hiney. If I hear, one more time, "Precious quit", "Precious stop", "Precious knock it off", I'm gonna drop a big, steamy, smelly, pile of --WHOA, we do NOT talk like that here! Well, kittehz, there's been chaos, panic, and disorder. My work here is done fur today. Later!