New Addition to the Lair

Lemme outa here, ya lousy screw! Call yourself a freedomista?

Oh, how I hope I don’t end up regretting this.

What a crazy morning. I finally felt well enough to go back and finish my raking job. Drove, full trailer and all, to do my shit-shoveling. Exhausted, dehydrated, sore as hell, I stopped at M’s place to empty the trailer. In the condition I’d gotten myself into, that took time. If I’d gone straight home and checked my emails, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

While I was raking stuff out of the trailer, my phone rang. “Hey, Joel!” said my neighbor H. “I’m in town right now. Did you ever get a kitten? ‘Cause I’ve got a cutie right here. You want it?”

I couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. I’m either serious about getting an emergency backup cat or I’m not, right? So I said yeah.

Got home, booted up the ‘pooter, and here was an email from Landlady saying, “I’ve got your kitten problem handled! Newborn, and we can take care of spaying and shots and stuff before she comes up to your place…”

Weeks go by, and nobody’s got a line on a kitten. In less than an hour, I suddenly have lines on two. Go figure.

Anyway, I went and got the kitten. We need an official TUAK naming contest or something. Right now I’m leaning toward Velcro. She’s got a full set of claws and she’s not afraid to use them. Her mom’s a barn cat, which is good. She’s been exposed to dogs but it apparently wasn’t a friendly relationship, which is not so good.

Click’s out and around somewhere and the boys are still in Gitmo, so nobody but me has met the newbie yet. I’m gonna go get the boys now.

Wish me luck.