I am fast asleep snoozing on my couch watching the Sunday NFL games when I hear a knock on the front door. I begrudgingly get up and mutter curses as I approach the door. “I don’t want any damn cookies”, I shout as I open the door to find nobody. I see a FedEx driver walking down the driveway and a mysterious box on my porch. I pick up the box to shake it but find the weight is not balanced well and hear a disturbed meow come from within. Just then I notice the holes in the sides of the box and see a pair of green slitted eyes looking back at me. I bring in the box and open it carefully and what do I find but a kitten. Now I am more of a dog person myself, but I do have a tender part of my soul that loves a good cat. This cat was white with a black and brown splotch covering the majority of it’s back. Where did this cat come from? It was a thoughtful gift but just surprising. Me and the kitten stare at each other for a good 45 seconds before I ask him if he wants some scratches. The cat comes and nuzzles up to my legs and I immediately become smitten with this kitten. I for one, think it was one of the opposing Quarterbacks in my conference. They probably wanted to distract me before they playoff push, but the joke is on them because Quincy has only strengthened my resolve as we have been hunting mice together in my crawlspace and I am even more bloodthirsty for QBs than before.
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