(Disclaimer: this post in no way reflects my political views. However, being the good & respectful citizen that I am ;), I taught my 3 year old the name of the President of the United States. Which resulted in the naming of our cat.)
"W" has been potty training since January. Going #2 has been a breeze, maybe one accident. Going #1 has been a royal pain my rear end. About 2 months ago, I had had it. About every 3 or 4 days he would "leak" before he told me he had to go. So annoying. So, in my deperate state, I said; 'If you don't have any accidents for a whole week you get to go to the Zoo. If you don't have any accidents for an entire month, you get a kitten. You get a red star on the calendar every good day that you have.' I knew the Zoo was probably a given, but he must have really, really wanted a kitten, because he didn't miss a single day. Problem solved.
Oh yeah, but I really had to get a kitten. I searched high and low for the perfect kitten. I would show "W" pictures and he would say he liked it or not. One day I showed him a bengal kitten with cheetah spots.....mistake, they're $500-$1200. That's all he wanted after that, a cheetah cat. So, I got creative and it paid off. I found him a year old bengal for the price it would have been to get a kitten fixed.
He is currently a house guest of my parents, until our house has more suitable living conditions for him. He is a great pet and he's so gentle with the boys...I was kinda worried about that. When asked what he was going to name his new cat, "W" instantly replied Barack Obama. Welcome to the family Barack Obama.
Lovely camera phone pics.
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