name you Snowball, and all who face you shall feel your wrath!” she told the kitten seriously. It tiredly purred back at her. <Snowball? C’mon. Imagine this place in two weeks,> I pleaded. <‘Look out, it’s… Snowball! Yeah, ol’ Johnny got mauled by… Snowball.’ Heh. That… that’s actually hilarious. I’m in. Snowball it is.>
