Witchy Cat

It's funny I was thinking how I didn't like my cat, because I guess the feeling must have been mutual. Barry and Harold (my nephew and replacement at the sign shop) left door of the sign shop open for a few minutes one afternoon, and he was like "I'm outta here!" So, woo hoo and good riddance! I just renamed this post, after telling a fellow nursing student/friend about this ungrateful cat, and we decided it was an evil cat. Anyway, it's gone now and I don't have to deal with it anymore. Thank God!