I used to have seven cats.  Or was it six?  I do not remember.  All I know now is it all went out of hand and I could not take care of them anymore.  Now I am down to one and I am watching him grow.  I had one just like him, his name was Chewy, short for Chewbacca.  He was the first generation of offspring by Itchy and Scratchy.  They are brothers and sisters, the probability of having children are a bit weird.  They would either have only one normal-looking kitten or a handful that may have abnormalities like fur discolorations resembling that of Felix The Cat.  Chewy was the champion.  Although he did not last long in this planet.

Whenever there was something I decide to take up, I tend to get carried away.  When I first got Itchy and Scratchy, I wanted to enroll in veterinary short courses, if such existed. I could see myself in nursing scrubs. I did start looking around for cheap scrubs so I would be ready to jump the gun and go. I want to be pretty sure that whatever the uniform is, it will the least of my worries.

Then I take a brief pause. I realise that I may be taking things to far and need to relax. I look over to little Booboo and see that he is not so little anymore. He has grown into a healthy tomcat and I did a good job raising him.