Madam Pachalotte, of the Rhode Island Pachalottes.
Yeah… no on calls her that but me. She really only answers to Kitty.
I have just made a command decision for the family.
When we return from vacation I am going to gift cat, aka kitty, aka baby kitty, aka panic, aka panache, aka lady penolope clearwater, aka madam patchalotte of the rhode island patchalottes, aka patchie pants, aka patchiewatchiewoowoo, aka Patches a new litter box.
Her days of pooping in the current grody gross litter box are nearing an end.



My wife and I were having an in depth conversation about a fascinating subject and we were left with two important questions:
There were two related questions along the same lines:
It is my belief that if our cat, Patches, does indeed fart it will likely be a very high pitched, dainty sounding fart.
Patches often gets pissed off at me when I try to watch The Bruins without her.

I finally got around to unloading my Christmas pics. They are all on Facebook, and the ones that don’t show any kids (only a few of them) are public on Flickr.
Patches was not impressed.
