The cats came back

I actually don't like cats that much. I mostly got a kitten because I couldn't get a puppy. That said, this is my second period of feline ownership,* and I can't say it's too unpleasant. The kittens have become fast friends, always wrestling, breaking things and falling asleep curled up in a furry ball.

With the exception of hateful Jenny, who has big kitten-stomping boots, everyone loves the newest additions to my Somerville home. C-Smoove woke up recently to find that her burly tattooed man-friend had Mister Lady asleep in his tank top. My sister (pictured below) is allergic to cats, but still came over on Saturday for a solid 4 hour dose of feline fantastic. Even people like Ved, who normally try to drown kittens in the slough, have fallen prey to the infectious charm of my little ladies.

I will not be posting further pictures of the kittens in the future, for fear that I'll lose my edge and you'll throw up. But I couldn't resist a couple more.

*my first cat was the result of an ugly breakup settlement, wherein I got a crazy cat with herpes and the girlfriend got all my best stuff.