Last Friday afternoon saw John sitting in a chair, taking his sadness out on some dragons in Skyrim and me heading off to Canton with Emily to get cat food.
After losing Leon that morning, I was in no mood to go out anywhere. But grandma insisted.
Well, you don't send an emotionally compromised person to a pet store.
I got the cat food...
And also brought home a 13 year old tuxedo cat that we named Oscar.
Oh, yeah. He's going to fit in quite nicely.
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