Crazy Stable

We interrupt the saga of the Ur-Stable with a pressing Friday catblogging question of the moment:  Why do we call Cocobop the Jackass?  Last night, at 10:15, it was because he somehow managed to throw himself against a window with a motion/glass-break detector and activate our brain-shatteringly loud house alarm. Just as the Child was finally, finally in bed and about to go to sleep. Here he is dead after we killed him. No, okay, but we wanted to.

Sometimes it is as if he feels the need to carry on the legacy of his predecessor, Gordon, the guy who ate a pound of raw pork and ran around with a bag of doorknobs around his neck.  Someday we shall have to do a Friday series called "Dead Cat Blogging."