
Many times I have caught the cat sitting in my briefcase full of pointy tools.
but he doesn't care
. He is a cat. Also random piece of slightly degrading trivia. The original owner of this cat was my
ex girlfriends mother. Because of such this cat is not named pooky... He's named pretty boy... I'm not excited about this.
I call him buddy mostly. some day when he passes I will get two new cats, which I will name
Pooky and
Schrodinger.
and here is a flying lawnmower