Don't wanna bite the hand that's feeding...(if for even 2 seconds you thought this was a reference to 9" Nails, you need a good ass kicking)

...So...I'm watching my neighbors (the Gloriosos) animals for them while they're at the beach. It's kind of an inconvience, but it's actually quite awesome...you have to understand...the animals I'm watching are

a) Chloe. Beagel. Very rotund, very similar in appearance to a rather large sausage.
b) Blackberry. Black cat (all black). This cat is so damn weird it's hilarious...he rolls on to his back and bats at you with his paws then lets you scratch his stomach.

Now Chloe is a nice, sweet little puppy but she just cannot compare to Blackberry's awesomeness. I mean...it's an all black cat...you really just don't get any better than that. Add into it that this thing is like the kamikaze cat and you just get a pet that is cooler than belief. Never will I forget the first time I watched this cat...I walked into Emily's room to feed it, glanced to my left and it was hanging off the wall. It glanced at me with its golden eyes and dared me to question it's motives and continued to happily claw its way up the wall toward whatever end it was seeking.

So I've decided...if I can't have Blackberry (and somehow I think that the Gloriosos would notice if he was missing) I'm going to have a black cat. If I have to get allergy shots every week and train it to crawl up walls myself, I am going to own a cat that is as cool as Blackberry.

Somehow, I don't think my gramma would be very happy with this. She was a ridiculously superstitious woman (I think I'm the only family member who doesn't flip out over broken mirrors and will happily walk under a ladder). If she had a grave to roll over in, she would at the thought of someone in the family owning a black cat. Luckily, she was cremated...well..maybe not so lucky...those ashes will be mine one day and I can see her coming back to life just long enough to beat me over the head with a broom (she was infamous for doing that). I can see the conversation now...

Gramma: *smack* WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
Ash: *confused* Wait...you died...OMG!!!
Gramma: *smack*
Ash: OWW! I have so many questions!
Gramma: *smack* Don't *smack* care *smack*
Ash: STOP THAT!
Gramma: *smack* GET RID OF THE CAT!
Ash: NO!!!
*Smacking continues for hours, neither relenting*
Gramma: Dammit...gotta get back to the afterlife...but don't think this is over missy!!!!
Ash: *calls Kelli* Hey sis...so you said you've been wanting to keep gramma's ashes for a little while....?