  Agh, Nigel is gone. We kinda decided after the fact that he's too feral to live here. For the first seven months of his life, he lived in the woods and under my aunt's bed, and would never get comfortable here, so... Getting a kitten instead, in about two weeks. SOB. He was great, I opened his lil' cage and moved his blanket, he BUSTED out of the cage and DESTROYED the room. It was SO AWESOME. I LOVE that cat. But he's GONE. FUCK. Well maybe the cat shall be just as crazy. I hope. 
