Yesterday we adopted a kitten. I guess that means I'm weak. I made it just over a week without a cat in the house.
I feel so much better already. As I type this the kitten is asleep downstairs. Henry is watching YouTube, Lucy is playing with Moonsand on the deck, and all is temporarily right with the world.
The kitty is 11 weeks old and weighs just over 2 lbs. She has very soft fur, beautiful tabby markings, and is a polydactyl.
Except that we don't just have ONE pet snake outside. We have two! Those were pictures of two different snakes I posted the other day. We're calling them Snakey and Snakina.
We still don't have a name for the kitten, but for once I don't feel like I need to rush into something.