He's a tiger kitty with white feet and the smallest head I've ever seen on a cat. Surely there's no brain in there at all. He has green eyes and a sweet screech and he sat with his tail over his toes and a what? WHAT. expression on his face when I made baby noises at him, so I knew that he was mine. Or anyway, he commanded me to take him home, which amounts to the same thing, I guess. Uh.
I think he'll be okay by himself, at least until the shock of having one cat wears off and the cat mania sets in. He's three months old and has been at the shelter since he was a baby, so the closest he knows of other cats is the sound and smell and the occasional paw sneaking through the bars from other cages. I think I'll let him rearrange my condo for a few months before I bring in a companion, so it's easier on both of us, not so much newness all at once.
Name? Name. Mmm.
Other than that, what? Oh, I have trickC ideas running through my head, and if I say "rampant" you'll know what I mean, right? Excellent. So that might be my day, along with some studying and maybe some cleaning, HA HA HA. I'm so sad, really. My vacation is ending and I must go back tomorrow, but we're having an inservice on a new kind of safety needle for the implantable ports, and for some reason the thought of playing with pointy things cheers me up. Except my educator already emailed me and said You may poke yourself but not others, Mary, so that's half the fun gone right there.
I'd sulk, but I have chocolate.
Go, sesa writers, go! You can do it, and you'll be glad you did. Next week. :)