There be many shapes of mystery,
and many things God makes to be,
past hope or fear,
and the end men looked for cometh not,
and a path is there where no one sought.
so hath it fallen here.
--Euripides
Friday, August 22, 2008
The name's Bond
After two years of pestering, I finally got Mom and Dad to get a cat. He's a slim, debonair looking little fellow, in his tuxedo coloring, mostly black with a white underbelly. His official name is James Bond, but we call him Jimmie. Though I sometimes call him Hitler because of the white moustache he has.
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