elbucho

My little guy spent some time homeless before being dropped off at the SPCA shelter. Was there for a month before I adopted him. Every time I open my door, he stares outside, then looks up at me, rubs himself on my legs, then walks over to his food dish.

According to one of the stories my mother loves to tell my romantic partners, I pissed in a hamper one night while sleep walking when I was 7. Apparently, she woke up when I started wondering aloud where the hell the flusher was.