a penchant for food and fridges

this is fast eddie felson.

a lot of name for a kitten, and no, it is not coincidental that his name is Paul Newman’s character from The Hustler. it is, in fact, an homage.

he belongs to matt.

and he is exceptionally fat because i thought he was cute and gave him a lot of food and he does not regulate his eating very well. whoops. remember the egg scene from Cool Hand Luke? his belly felt like that.

anyway.

ready to leave to meet up with friends one evening this week, matt and i looked around for the little man...to say good bye and what not. he was nowhere. my house is way too small for a kitten to be no where.

after about 15 minutes of frantic, tear-the-house apart searching (slight exaggeration...) we were about to give up and trust that he was fine (remember how well that went with buster, mom??), when matt moved the refrigerator to see if he was hiding behind.

nope.

even better.

he was IN the refrigerator:

tucked inside, nice and warm and dirty.

 

sneakster.

 

and then we had a celebration. for gaea's birth.

 little rapido eduardo just stayed home and ate.