So we took in a stray cat right the night before we moved to our new place. Amy was convinced she must capture the cat because she looks exactly like Pegasus except about half the size. Dubbed 'other kitty', she is quite the piece of work causing Pegasus a fair amount of pain and suffering. However I came to the conclusion the other night that it was time for her to go.
She was howling through the night and keeping me in that weird place between half awake / half asleep. (the hypnogogic state for you biology junkies) In my crazed state, I was trying to figure out how to set up 'other kitty' with a Twitter feed so she could alert me if she needed anything serious as opposed to howling the whole night through non-stop.
When I realized she was doing this to my brain, I decided it was time for her to go. Not to mention Amy walked in on Pegasus mounting her today. He looked at Amy like an awkward teenager who was caught making out in the basement.
Our little boy is growing up and running around with those girls who are always on Twitter. .