Cat

Tull:

Hold on. You got a cat?

HFA2:

Yeah, about a month ago, mostly because I wanted an animal and didn’t particularly like the idea of walking around downtown picking up a dog’s shit twice a day.

There’s a photo on my Facebook

Tull:

Guinea pigs rock

HFA2:

But I believe I know what you are thinking: have I exposed it to Timati and trance yet? The answer, obviously, is of course and as often as possible. I once took it to Austin and back, blasting trance all three hours of the drive. When I stopped at Waco to get a few shits midway, I tied a rope around its neck and let it go shit on a leash like a dog - the cat didn’t even mind.

Guinea pigs are definitely the shit

Tull:

You must introduce me to this feline. I think we will get along quite well

HFA2:

When Nebraska came to visit, the cat stalked her like prey, then eventually attacked her hair. It took half a minute to separate the two.

Basically the cat makes being at home a hell of a lot more interesting

Tull:

It's a good thing I have no hair

HFA2:

Exactly. You two will get along

I went fishing this past weekend and I’ve seen people take their dogs to the lake. So fuck it, I took my cat. It nearly drowned trying to kill a frog and then shat the equivalent of its own body weight after I gave it some raw bass. That was a great day.

Today I am leaving work early to go to a boxing match where Misha, one of the Tavern bartenders, will proceed to beat this shit out of some grade school teacher. It’s for charity.

Maybe I should take the cat.