Baby Rangirl, you’ll be find various references in my blog to a cat which you may not remember at all whilst you read this from the No-Boyfriends-Till-You’re-29 basement with limited access to the Internet and no access to the Facebooks of the year 2041. Where is this cat I speak of named A.J.? Well here’s a brief pic of the terror that knocked things off counters for sport:


That pic was taken within a month from when we brought you home. And already the cat was planning your demise. Well, cat-be-gone. After reading the stay below, I wonder what happened to her…