First, we have Hannibal Cthulu. This fancy mister was a stray from the mean streets of Commerce, TX. My teammate found him but cannot abide cats, and I'd been kicking the idea around of getting one anyway. So I took this as, obviously, a sign from The Universe and Bast that we should give him a loving place to live. So we did.
Then, because Michael missed having feathered things around, we got this little dude. We honestly have several nicknames for him (?) because we haven't officially had him DNA tested and we might be the jerks calling the chick a dude and will have a lot to apologize for later. So for now, our chirping thing...
And then, because my husband loves me more than he should, he indulged my inner bratchild and got me a kitten for my birthday. See, I love Hannibal, he's fan-fucking tastic. But he was two when we got him, and well set in his fancy pants ways when we got him. I realized that I had missed out on the kitten time and was kind of sad about it. So what was supposed to be a trip to get litter became New Kitten Day. Ladies and Gentlemen, Dexter Maximus.
And because I can't stop taking pictures of all of their faces....
YOU'RE WELCOME
