(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.
Paw-to-paw combat
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.