So, while you’re dead asleep last night, Scott calls me up at 2:30 am. I was up reading the latest issue of TapeOp! (yeeah!), which is an ultra-informative recording magazine full of nerdy articles about stuff like parallel compression and cleaning tape machine heads. He’s like, “Hey man, God gave me something to give to you.” And I’m like, “What?” half expecting it to be something I might not be immediately excited about. So he says, “I got you a best friend, I picked up this little gray-striped cat which I named Sasquatch for you.” I used to call his cat, Santo, “Sasquatch” all the time. So he delivered my little bundle of joy this morning and we went out and straight up got all kinds of toys: scratching pad and ball, mice on strings, obligatory cat crap like food and litter, balls of yarn, cat house etc. I LOVE cats, and SASQUATCH IS THE COOLEST. He’s about a month old, totally chilled out, has claws, digs playing and laying around with me and we’ve been hanging out all day. I gave him some warm milk when we got home to help him get acclimated to the environment, and he’s been digging on me ever since. I’m really excited. I’ve never seriously had my own pet before, and I’ve been a bit lonely in my apartment lately, so he’s a welcome addition. I am happy. Except that I have to work late tonight because I spent so much time hanging out with Sassypants McGee. Yikes.

All I need now is a digital camera.