His Name is Garbage Because He Eats Garbage!

I got a cat!

Well, actually the keeper who's responsible for pest control trapped me a feral garbage cat. Her name was going to be Opala, Hawaiian for Trash, but I went with Rosey instead. It's sort of an homage to my late Uncle Jim, who had an awesome old cat name Pinky who sort of resembled my trash cat. She's a black and orange calico kitten with a broken tail, stink-butt, and a nasty case of fleas. She's also my project! Just watch. In ten days or so, she'll be a gorgeous picture of kitten health. You'll be able to pass her off as a dutchess at the embassy ball.

Now repeat after me, Rosey: The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain...