|You can tell how much I hated her.|
The Worshipped at The Hall of Rectitude
I no longer work full time at The Hall of Rectitude but there are a couple of Worshipped there who remember me when I stop by for one of my freelance gigs.
James Bond- A sweet cat started poking around the Hall in 2011 with tuxedo markings. Not just "Hey does this cumberbund fit?" tuxedo markings but "Damn I make this look good!" tuxedo markings. We named it James Bond, later to discover that the sweet James was a girl. Fortunately, James rejects society's gender binary, so she's totally cool rocking a name that's typically male. She strolls around acting like she owns the place and calling everyone Moneypenny.
|Moneypenny, I could use some scritches under my chin. Shaken, not stirred.|
Oh and tell me I'm not rocking this tux on the brown background.
Benjamin J Cat- The J does not stand for anything. It's just a J.
Benjamin is fuzzy. Also, Benjamin is probably not college material.
|I'd really like to snuggle you.|
Don't be too hard on Ben. Early in his life there was a door to a bedroom that he could open by slamming his head into it--Alien Queen style. Unfortunately it took him a LONG time to learn that it was JUST THAT ONE DOOR, and that all the others were going to stay closed. There were some serious head-banging sessions in his early life. Ben has no delusions of power or nobility. But he does like snuggles. Also....he is trying to murder me.