You know how when humans come from inbred trailer trash lineage, their family tree is all effed up? Like their uncle is 15 years younger than they are? Or they aren’t really sure if they are 1st cousins, twice removed, or second cousins? Well, that’s what’s happening here.
I come from a long line of street cats in the neighborhood and we are all related to each other somehow. As luck would have it, Mummy and Daddy decided to adopt my uncle or my half step-brother, or my 3rd cousin, twice removed. For simplicity, we’ll call him my baby brother. His name is Ace.
Why the name Ace? Because when Mummy & Daddy met him 10 days ago, his hissing and spitting was so fierce that he sounded like a staple gun. And everyone buys their staple guns at Ace Hardware, right?
We’ve had our ups and downs the past 3 days (photos another post), but all in all, things are going really well. I have a feeling that Ace will make many appearances here, but remember it’s still my blog.