haggis.

i felt the pains of higher education last night in a cracked out all-nighter. it was late (or rather early) and there was a gentle purr at mah door; boss cat haggis was here to play. the pimp came strolling into my room and perched himself on my comforter.

i love love love love love that little kitten. don't get me wrong, haggis is a neighborhood force. he rolled in one night with a fat lip from a block rumble. wasabi turf is haggis territory.

i love the funk out of the feline. i would never ever do any of the following:





































































some crazy a$$es do hella funky thingz to their kittenz
photos courtesy of jennylove.