It's not me. It's you.

IT'S A BOY

Moby
15 lbs 13 1/2 oz.

We adopted a trainwreck. Moby tears apart furniture, climbs bookshelves to reach aquarium fish, wakes up every morning at 3 a.m. to throw ceramic objects around the kitchen, screams if you leave him alone, such as when you go to the store, or to the bathroom, crawls into the refrigerator every time you open it and refuses to get out, will only drink water from a running faucet, (apparently bowls are for the proletariat) and otherwise wreaks incredible havoc on our home. Most people would have called a cab and taken the cat straight back to the shelter. Probably at the 20 minute point when he got stuck in the toilet. But not us. We just named him Moby Dick, a giant white whale with fur that even Melville may have underestimated.

I am going to go watch the fireworks from the roof of a 13 floor building, right on the river in Manhattan. Work went well last week. We'll have to see if the cat allows me to sleep enough for it to go well this week too.

posted by k. @ 7:00 PM