A little about me...
Caboose voluntarily gave up his brain cells to all the other cats in the world right when I signed the adoption papers. He cannot read but he tries his best. If you look up goofy goober in the dictionary his picture will be the only thing to show up. If you did a close up of his brain the only thing you would see is a tumble weed rolling across a desert road. There are no thoughts. What he lacks in smarts he makes up for in being an absolute menace to society. Why calmly walk to the litter box when you can peel out at Mach 20 and barely avoid hitting the wall? Why play with a toy when there’s a perfectly good q-tip available? Why sleep in a cat bed when there’s a charmin 36 roll toilet paper bag with one end cut open? Why sit on the solid ground when you try to stand on the back of a chair with a previous success rate of 0%? These are questions I ask myself everyday, and now you can too.

On a slightly more serious note Caboose is 1 year old and is still figuring out how to correctly be a cat. He would love to have his photo on a beer can (it’s on his bucket list) and I’m trying to make that dream happen. Vote Caboose for Student Council president, he promises to put kool-aid in the water fountains.