I have a new room mate. It’s a cat head. No body, just the head. It’s a little creepy but I don’t have to keep a litter box.
I’m kidding. And oh so funny.
She’s a full, whiney, co-dependent kitten. Seriously, I can’t leave the room without her tuning up. And yet when I’m there with her, she doesn’t want to play. She just wants me around. So I guess what I actually got is more like a bad boyfriend. Or like a stoner room mate who only wants to sit around baked all the time and just wants me there in case she thinks of something to say.
In other news, lookatme!! I have a blog!! And I can never, do you hear me? NEVER repay Lynnster for all the work she did to get this going. There are not enough martinis in the world. She’s good people, folks. Also good people is Aunt B. over at Tiny Cat Pants, without whom I never would have not-quite-met Lynnster. So mad props there as well.