Our kitty, Ozzy, has been with us for one week now. He plays with Sara, and the other pets; he nose-kissed Joshua on July 4th (Joshua is still not 100 percent sure, what to think of Ozzy. But he seems to tolerate Ozzy a bit more); after all this excitement, he had a little tummy bug on Friday; he eats and drinks a lot; and he grew a little bit bigger, since we’ve adopted him last Monday. I spoiled him with toys. Sara spoils him with a lot of attention, very day. Right now, he takes a break and snoozes on the ottoman. Mr. Ozzy has to be fit for tonight’s foot attacks. If he doesn’t claw my feet, he claws Kevin’s body parts I don’t really want to mention here. I know, Ozzy can be a little sh*t. That’s why we love him so much. And he fits perfectly into our family.