1. track from I Luciferi, performed by Danzig
2. the furry beast that free-roams my house
Misty Mae (yes, named after the beach volleyball player) Harold-Jenkins Breckenridge-Frogner, is MY cat or is at least when she does something my husband doesn't like. It's the same husband who said he was allergic to cats but was later found canoodling with her in the bedroom moments after he bought her.
I thought Misty Mae sounded like a magnificent name for a porn star, a volleyball player and a cat. As luck would have it, her name was already Misty when we adopted her. 

 I didn't think there was anyway she was going to fit in there but I was proven wrong.
 Plastic shopping bags may be a hazard to pets as well as small children.
 If you can't find her, always look in a cupboard. This was her spot at our old house.She now enjoys scratching the outside, more than hiding inside. I still haven't figured out how she can walk around the rim of the basket without falling in. Little feet I guess.
She is always knocking stuff off ledges and messing stuff up in cupboards. It's like having another child.

Misty has fine tuned the art of posing. She has gotten pretty good at it and isn't camera shy at all. Crazy, wicked, pussycat queen.
Helping pack for a trip. She was in the garage the other day and the car windows were open. Joel came to pick me up and she was asleep in the back, so when he started the car, there she was. He just kept driving. That will teach her to ever want to go on vacation with us again.
In our old house where we could have a set table and the only thing you had to worry about is blowing the cat hair off. Now you have to blow off cat hair, foot pieces and whatever else got left on there.
We love her so much we packaged her.
She was helping me decide which bib would look the best on Von.
The stand off. Nothing really phases her.
At the end of the day, we love our 'special' kitty very much. She has used a few lives already so I hope she has learned her lesson. Don't go up to old cranky women because they take you to the pound for chasing birds in their yard and not all dogs are nice like ours. She will just have to be content on slutting it up for her dad in front of the computer...
...and cuddling with mom in bed.
Misty Mae Herold Jenkins Breckenridge Frogner...our little wonderland hedgehog.

Misty has fine tuned the art of posing. She has gotten pretty good at it and isn't camera shy at all. Crazy, wicked, pussycat queen.
Helping pack for a trip. She was in the garage the other day and the car windows were open. Joel came to pick me up and she was asleep in the back, so when he started the car, there she was. He just kept driving. That will teach her to ever want to go on vacation with us again.
In our old house where we could have a set table and the only thing you had to worry about is blowing the cat hair off. Now you have to blow off cat hair, foot pieces and whatever else got left on there.
We love her so much we packaged her.
She was helping me decide which bib would look the best on Von.
The stand off. Nothing really phases her.
Misty Mae Herold Jenkins Breckenridge Frogner...our little wonderland hedgehog.
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