Parasol

What a lovely word. And I have only the vaguest idea of what it means.

*bizarre diagonal line*

...Bad William. NO. The pen is not a toy.

I'm keeping the cat.

His name is William, Will for short.

*pen taps*

...Is it normal for cats to sleep for hours on end?

...There was a strange guy in my house when I woke up. All he did was try to give me some sort of freakish sandwich (which was actually pretty fine). I took it, then pushed him out the door. But he didn't leave until I kind-of kicked him.

I wouldn't want to be him. These storms are pretty frightening, and I've just been keeping the windows closed and occupying myself with various things.

...By the way, has someone lost a cat? I found one last night mewing outside my door, utterly soaked. It's a boy, black, with white paws and tummy, a white patch on his face, and bright green eyes.

(ooc: I just wanted to give Jules a cat so he'd have something to look after and care for. Good/bad idea?)