Smelly Cat

I week ago I blogged about my new cat, Beans. It turns out that his name is completely appropriate. Beans is not the freshest smelling animal. It has calmed down a little since we got him but he simply smells like poo. Maybe it was the food he was eating or maybe he is just a gassy little beast. Other than that little aspect, I love him.

Amanda (his previous owner) was right about a few things. The cat demands your undivided attention. Right now his furry little face is merged between my fingers on the keyboard. Not my preferred way to type. And he does have this thing about licking people's heads. Some of his more endearing traits are that he purrs all the time and he has become a wonderful playmate for my other grey cat. I had to get him a collar though because except for eye color and a slight difference in size, the two are nearly identical. It was driving me nuts.

Tomorrow I begin my last clinical in Chelsea. I am hoping that my schedule is a little more forgiving to my training. My goal is to start getting to the pool more than once a week.