nigel
Wednesday, Oct. 22, 2003 @ 12:54 a.m.

A cat followed Ryan and I home. He's uber skinny, and he's not wearing a collar. His claws are intact. We pulled him out of traffic, where he was chasing leaves and cigarette wrappers. He climbed into my lap when I knelt down to pet him, so I decided to bring him in the apartment. Kevin said it's okay. Rosie really likes him. Ryan pretends he's a dog. For me, it was love at first sight. I named him Nigel.