Divisions and Precisions

This is the funny stuff:

This is the funny stuff:

He kept saying we need to fight the man. What man was he talking about? I hope he wasn't talking about my dad, 'cuz he's awfully big.

Kittens Are Taking Over My Brain

Well, I ended up finding, not a kitten, but an adult cat to adopt. I should be hearing today if I was approved to adopt -- which I'm sure I will be. The clinic named her Ovaltine (this clinic names ALL their cats after food, ask Julie, who has a cat from them named Grapefruit), but I think I'm going to be calling her Pooka. She's a young adult calico with bright green eyes, and she's a sweetheart. One of the clinic workers found her and brought her in. She's been at the clinic for about a month. I don't know how old she is, but I think she's fairly young. She's a little timid, but once she warmed up to me she was a doll. I'm hoping to be able to take her home tonight or tomorrow.

So naturally, this morning I see an ad in the paper for 7 week old kittens. I have to admit, for a few moments, I was torn. My plan all along was to adopt two kittens. Then when I realized that there would be no kittens for months, most likely, I decided to adopt an adult, and maybe get a kitten later. Now all of a sudden someone has kittens. I'm debating. I'm wondering if it would be best to get Pooka now, and wait to get a kitten, or to go ahead and get the kitten now too, so they can adjust to each other.

...And actually it's a moot point. I ended up calling about the kittens only to discover that they're all gone. Man, you gotta be fast in this town! So yeah, back to original plan. Pooka first, kitten in a couple months.

Why yes, yes I am obsessed, thanks for asking.