Just call Bo's the animal shelter...

Because it is. It's the center of homeless and wild animals for here in Florence. Nicole has had a million and one animals in and out of this apartment with her classification project for her Biology class and now, we have a kitteh that we rescued from Lil Steve's. His name is Gizmo and he enjoys tuna, climbing things, and the sound of a keyboard clicking. Actively looking for a home for this little sucker, he's black and white and in good health, no mange or fleas.

The initial reaction was (Bo and Eli): No. No. Take him outside. Now. No, seriously, take him outside. We can't have him in here and he's evil. He's a cat. He has fleas. No NO NOOOO....

Bo: Go give him a bath. =D

Call me softhearted, I can't stand to see anything suffering. I know he's just a kitten, but doesn't he deserve a chance at a full cat life? Yeah, that consists of lots of sleep and petting, and clawing up carpet and arms, but still. He's precious, curled up on my stomach as I type. Call me a sucker for fur and a cute face... =P