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| We got a new family member this summer, a small, feisty, yet incredibly tolerant kitten that Griffin has named "Bjarek." (Bee-ya-rick) It rolled so easily off Griffin's tongue, we could only assume that Bjarek was his best friend, or perhaps his trusty steed, when he was a Norse warrior in a previous life. There is a long and convoluted story about how the neighbors up the street sort of gave him to us, only we weren't looking for a kitten to add to the variety of creatures that aren't potty-trained in our house. That said, we couldn't have asked the universe to send us a more appropriate feline to fill the void and act as Griffin's 24/7 playmate. |
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| Bjarek has declared himself Griffin's official sidekick and together they are keeping our neighborhood safe from evil forces. And also Bjarek eats frogs. |
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| Bjarek shows high levels of tolerance for being carted about by small children and he's only inflicted minor flesh wounds on the boy. He also keeps Griffin busy playing in the yard or under the table for at least three 20 minute sessions every day. Jake wants to get Bjarek CPR trained and then we could go to the pub for Happy Hour. |
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| Despite the fact that I've long prided myself on not having picked up any cats aside from my One and Only, Jezebel, I think Bjarek is a keeper. It's like he read the want ad we didn't post. "Family seeking mellow, outdoor cat to entertain child for several hours a day. No scratchers, biters or yowlers need apply." |
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| Even Jezebel |
