For the last six weeks or so I've been hanging out with my dad in california. It's the same thing I do every summer. But this one holds something different. Something better. Somthing that could change my life in more ways than one. About a month into my stay here, ny fathers cat, Sonja, gave birth to a litter of four kitens. Obviuosly, being a cat lover myself I decided to claim one as my own, and name it Tybalt, as a tribute to the greatest charcater ever concived by man. But within the last few hours, something has come over me. Some strange desire to change my new kittens name. In stead of calling him Tybalt: Prince of cats, I think that I will get more enjoyment in calling him # 2 special, exrta crispy. The name comes from the fact that he was born second, and I love any joke involving cats being cooked. Calling him #2 with plum sauce was ny first choice, but extra crispy flows better.