Meet Olly

So I return home from Europe late on the 23. As I set my bags down just inside the front door I notice a picture of a kitten.

Me: Keith, why do we have a picture of a kitten?

K: Because we’re getting one Friday

M: Haha. No we’re not

K: Ummm, yeah we are. My coworker had kittens

M: Your going to become a crazy cat man (he’s already adopted 2 from the school)

K: But I need them. You’re away too much

So what can I say to that? Olly is now part of the family, attacking legs and any other moving object and quickly establishing himself in the household with the other cats. He was the runt of his litter but was attacking our huge cat Isaa by day one.