So...some of you out there may already be well aware, but for those who aren't, I am a touch obsessed with my cat. I have an ability to latch onto relatively inane things outside of the general interest to the public at large, and my cat has become one of them. She is my joy, a little ray of sunshine perched with her little hairy ass dangling precariously from the window sill when I come home from class. I digress.

Let me explain. So my cat and I have this inexplicable non-sexual peas-and-carrots type bond. By this line of thought, it would be totally expected that I make mention of her not only in life and on the street, but in my blog as well. Let me introduce you.

Name: Squirrel Bill Football, also answers to 'keeten' spoken in an annoyingly high-pitched voice, (not my fault).
Sex: Androgynous Cat, (again, not my fault).
Weight: Medium-to-Large size box of Minute Rice
Height: Not sure...the front legs are considerably shorter than the back ones.
Body-type: Bowling Pin-shaped, (tiny head - fat body).
Hair Color: She can't decide, but I've settled on 'Shit Mess'.
General 'tude: Needy.
Position most likely to be found in during sleep: Yard Sale/Trash Can Lid.
Stand/sit/crumple/fold?: She's a cat. She shits in a box full of sand while squatting, and then 'replaces her divets'.

Alright, that's the general overview of my cat. I generally have something funny to say about her and more than welcome an open ended conversation about her views of pretty much anything, including politics, animal voting-rights, and the costs of policing international border control policies, for example. I plan on making her story a general 'Feature' in my blog, so feel like one of the family, and stay up to date on what Squirrel has been up to in the last couple of weeks.

Needless to say, I love her very much and become emotionally upset by hurtful comments. For example, when I left Madison last summer to work in New York, I was forced to leave her in the merciless hands of my cat-hating girlfriend for the summer. My nerves were on edge for weeks ahead of time, and I apologized to Squirrel Bill profusely for making plans to leave her so long. If you don't have a cat, or have never been in this kind of situation, you will never understand the death-gaze in the eyes of a kitten scorned. So you can imagine my distress, when, during the second week of work, my girlfriend casually informed me that she had placed a "Free - Cat that Sucks." sign in the very public front window of our downtown apartment. I freaked, and while trying to keep a calm and laughing tone, scrambled for my laptop desperately searching for the next flight out of New York and back to Madison to save my favorite quadraped from the bitter clutches of a persnickety women. Lucky for the both us, (cat and myself), my old lady was only slightly kidding and Squirrel nervously maintained good health until my return. But man-o-man, you bet your ass she was listening and mad as hell when I got home. It took her a good month to love me again. That's old news, but you get the point. I'm attached.

In recent news, she has been licking herself, sleeping on random furniture, and biting my feet when I pass in socks.

Stay tuned for further updates!