Kitty Time/Last Post Til 2013!

I got a tiny little package of ultimate patience testing in the form of a furry little kitty, for Christmas. The Kitty Gods have deemed me worthy of loving and caring for this little furball. She's 8 months. She's curious. She's snuggly. She's nosy. She's spoiled. She's perfect. =) Oh, motherhood.

It's cool. I don't need to breathe.

                                 

                               

It's very much like having a child. She needs a lot of supervision, her teeth brushed, her hair combed, her nails trimmed, medicine, training...not to mention the litter box. That's a pure joy right there. But then she cuddles my face and purrs with her entire body and nudges her wittle nose against me and paws my cheeks and looks right into my eyes and it's easy to forgive her curiosity and rambunctiousness. Guess I'll keep her.