Rex in the bushes

I'm back from a week of moving and a weekend out of town. I was in Ft. Worth, TX for the 50th wedding Anniversary of m'lady C-dub's grandparents. Good times. We also gave Sancho to my C-dub’s mom to take care of. Who is Sancho you ask? Well, me and Chopper Dave found a cat on Thursday. It was a kitten without a collar and a very friendly one so we took it into my place and gave it cheerios to eat. Chopper Dave is allergic to cats but managed to find a ray of light in his cold black evil heart for this cat. He even asked to name it, and much to my surprise, did not name it something like “Ass-hat” or “Captain Crap” or “Frank and Beans”, but instead named it Sancho. And I say "it" because we couldn’t figure out if Sancho was a he or a she. Our examination was not the most thorough but we were forced to classify Sancho’s genitals as indeterminate. Anyway, long story long, Sancho is now in Ft. Worth with Diana who works with a kitty adoption program so all is well. Although it almost broke my heart to leave Sancho after I’ve been such a father figure to him (sex later determined to be a him).

Yes, I do worry that leaving Sancho without a prominent male role model will make him turn to a life on the streets as either a drug dealer or a male prostitute. Thank you for asking. But may all his streets be NBA streets, playa!