Our tuxedo cat is called Gob, but his actual given, birth name is "A Magician Named Gob."
Junior (the newly primal cat) is over his diarrhea now; he is pooping solid and has been eating well the last few days. He gained half a pound- we are worried that he is so thin still- we gave him a dewormer kinda medicine about a month ago and he hasn't been gaining weight still, though he broke his leg or something on motherfucking Donald Trump's ridiculous barbed wire pallisade wall, and has been recovering from that
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"