Mr. B was acquired for two reasons. First, to keep Mr. Doo from being lonely, and second, to keep our hands and feet from being shredded by Mr. Doo. Mr. B was just six weeks old when I got him from a batch of summer of kittens. I chose him because he came over and bit my toes through my sandles. I knew he'd get along with Mr. Doo!

Oringally called Smudge as a kitten (due to his poor groundskeeping skills of his undercarriage) he became the more formal Mr. B upon his first birthday. He is still prone to stinkiness and poor moon maintenance. When he purrs he threshes and he can have a single meow that lasts about a minute.

His birthday is March 31, 2003. He enjoys tuna, but doesn't care for any other human foods. He will poop on the rug in protest if his litterbox becomes too full. He likes to blend in with the shadows and be a pair of floating yellow eyes. He has no interest in the outside world, and most of the time has the look of the oblivious upon his face. I threaten to harvest his wool from his tummy. He's softer than alpaca!