We got a kitten! A teeny tiny little booger!
On Saturday, we went to the mall to go pick up some something or other from the Apple store and there was a shelter bonanza going on. The cuteness was too much to bear and we decided that a kitty must be ours.
So we picked one, because he was rolling around upside down.
We named him Rocket in the car ride home, because The David wanted a fiesty-boy name and I wanted it to also mean arugula in British, obviously.
He’s 9 weeks old and so tiny that he can’t jump onto the couch. He’s a very good purrer. He likes to stick his little snoot into my nose holes, for reasons unknown.
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Cat lady for realz! Precious.