One of the biggest changes, I’ve adopted 2 cute little fur balls that keep me busy and on my toes. These black kittens were picked up after an event I went to with my mom, a motorcycle ride for Autism. I donated a set of my limited edition Sons of Anarchy prints for their silent auction and set up a small tent to introduce myself. It was a pretty cool location called Docville.
A replica of a western town and it had everything, from a saloon to a livery stable. If you ever get the chance, check it out. It’s located in Newcastle Ontario.
I was only going to get one kitten but it didn’t seem right to leave his brother behind so off we went with Zoli (my Grandfather's name) and Curious George (George for short). I figured if I’m ever gone too long they would have each other. It was the best decision I made. They sleep together, eat together, sit in the litter together, but most of all roll around like a couple of demon cats together. They are into everything. They’re so bad, they’re cute, and they make me laugh. I can go out for a bit and come home to my pencils being knocked all over the floor, papers pushed off the table, and almost anything else they can muss up. The problem is I never catch them in action so it’s tough to discipline the boys when they’re always sleeping by the time I get home. No doubt from the amount of energy it took them to attack anything and everything in the apartment. I don’t feel lonely
when I’m home with them. One or the other is always getting my attention. I can't help but smile as I watch them.