Eh.

Kibbin has a friend over and they are playing WoW - World of Warcraft. He's kind of obsessed.

Last Friday My FIL found out that I was hiding Luna up in my room. Luckily his girlfriend M was there and she actually persuaded him to let me keep her!! I now have a kitten of my very own. To love for the rest of her life.

Wish I could quit my job. There's too much tension between me and A. An asshole that works there. He is such a prick. If I were to let my crazy side out, he would be the first or second on my list of people to kill horribly and slowly.

In the Jungle, the mighty Jungle...

I'm fostering a cat, Dinah, and her three kittens for a friend. Today Kibbin finally snapped and told me that now that the kittens are eight weeks old, Dinah must go. So my friend A took her back, and now the kittens are rowdy and misbehaving. Not to mention playing in their litter box. Chewing cords, jumping on the computer, taking used condoms out of the trash to play with... so I'm sleeping downstairs.

Luna: The only girl kitten, and first born. She is the smallest but the smartest. She is getting spots just like her mom. No tail.

Marshmallow Fluff (AKA Chubs): He's the biggest, and is fluffy. Loves to cuddle. No tail. Full of energy.

Jasper: The youngest and the only one with a tail. He's shyer than the other two and likes to be by himself.

There was another kitten, Baby. Dinah bit off his tail when he was born, thinking it was the umbilical cord. He died at 5 days old, in my arms, on the way to the Vet. I did everything I could for that little guy, but it wasn't enough. He got an infection, and it spread to his lungs and he died. I mourned him for two weeks, at least. I considered shaving my eyebrows and wearing black like the Egyptians of ancient times.