I will be the first to admit, sometimes it does get a little lonely living by yourself. Don’t get me wrong, I love not having to clean up after yourself if you don’t want too, but sometimes, you just need somebody to talk to.

Too bad this roommate will never help to pay for any bills.

As you can see by the picture on the right, I’ve inherited a cat. His name is Shadow.

I took him in as Amanda’s mom had to get rid of him. Shadow put a few holes in her brand new leather sofa as their dog constantly chases him around the house. She was looking for somebody to take the cat as she had to lock him in the basement during the day to stop him from putting more holes in the couch.

So I now have a new roommate. It took him a couple of days to get over the trauma of the move. I swear is sounded like he was dying a horrible death on the car ride over. He spent the first few days underneath the spare bed (and still does during the day), but he’s now venturing around the house, even lying with me on the couch and sleeping with me at night.