(If you are feeling like you have too much sugar in your system, do not read this post.)
Mer and I have been adopted. By cats. Two moms and six kittens, to be precise. They showed up on our back porch yesterday. The kittens are at the most adorable stage possible – still nursing, but playful. Three of them like to sleep in one of my flowerpots.
They like to watch us.
This is the big guy, leader of the pack.
They are feral – we have a lot of them in our apartment complex. There is a swath of woods behind my building and a stream, so they don’t have any trouble finding food and water. And I am hugely allergic, so no matter how much they tug at my heartstrings, they have to stay outside.
I’ll be packing again this morning, then going out to lunch with a friend, and hanging out with Steph in the evening. Tomorrow is a writing day.