i was there when he was chosen at birth plucked from the cat shelter. i held him in the box on the way back from newtown to his new home of amazing parents the zawadas. i was there when he was named 'phat skull'. i was even there when his dark familiar shadow appeared at our front door, relieving the pain of 3 days wondering how we would convince annie and jonathan that the cat we might be delivering back to them, was not in fact a substitute cat - but the gorgeous one they had left in our responsible hands while celebrating their love for one another in fiji.
phatty, farnes, barns and a whole bunch of other names still don't like people to mess with him.
especially not the hose...he wouldn't let me back in the front door.
***phat skull, holloway drive west hollywood
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