So while we ate breakfast, he went outside and caught some sleep at the park. (I tried to get a picture of him asleep with his head between his legs looking like a homeless Stone Cold Steve Austin, but he heard us laughing and looked up just in time).
At some point in the early morning, my roommate's cat walked into the living room with something in his mouth. Which closer investigation revealed to be this severed mouse head! UGH! Here's Scott laughing hysterically and posing with it.
Yeah, here you go - we haven't even left my block yet and already Scott's got his shirt unbuttoned trying to see if it's any easier to hail a cab while looking like a gay leather enthusiast.
