potpourri of popery…

I didn’t know Pope Benedict had a kitty. I may need to reevaluate my very low opinion of cats. For the most part my cat treats me like a piece of heated furniture and my house is his hotel. As far as cats go; however, mine is the perfect cat – if there were such a thing. He stays outside all day so I don’t even own a litter box. We named him Benedict but I might as well call him meat-stick; it’s not like they come when they’re called.

Edited to add: Apparently I’ve been clueless to the fact that my Pope is a cat person.