It's settled...

...his name is Butch (Cassidy), just called Butch most of the time. I suppose if I ever got really mad at him, I could yell "Robert Leroy Parker!" at him.



But who could stay mad at that face. He's a very sweet boy who surely cannot wait to bust out of the guest room, but on vet's orders, he must be sequestered there a little longer. It is the most sunshiney room of the apartment, though, so there is that at least.

In TV musings, it's a sign of how much more engaging The Secret Circle has become that I haven't written about The Vampire Diaries in several episodes. I usually would write up TVD while watching TSC, but these last few weeks both shows have been super awesome and then it's time for bed and I haven't written anything. Joe Lando, mmmrow, the man can certainly rock a peacoat and move between projecting menace and trustworthiness with ease. He cannot, however, say spell-speak magic words with conviction. Good thing the actual spellcasting is one of the least important things about TSC. Can't believe the finales are next week!

And in movie news, eeeeeeeeeee, Avengers! That was just really fucking fun. I'll be seeing it again for sure.