So I'm Not Dead Afterall...

It turns out that the plot to kill me was indeed an EPIC FAIL!

Mmwwuuahhhh!!!

The kitten? Yeah, not bothering me. I don't get it. The little cutie-pies bastards are even sleeping in my bed.

Oh, you noticed the plural there? Mmhmmm....turns out--I'm quite the sucker. Who'd have thought!

So the oldest kid calls me up:

Her: OMGMAWM! Elliegothiskittyandnowtheycan'tkeepit! MOM! Theycan'ttakeittothepound! He will DIE! PLEASEMAWMOMGAWDDONTLETHIMDIE!

Then she sends me this:

Me: /facepalm

Could you turn that away? Send it to the pound? To DIE!?

I should mention that the poor little guy is cross-eyed. No-for reals. I'm not even joking. Cross-eyed.

Didn't believe me, did ya?

We now have, not one-but two small killers in our home. I hate to admit it, but I totally love them.

Damn it.

My sister has had 3 long haired cats most of our adult life. It's always been hard for me to visit her over night because of the cats. She keeps her house immaculately clean, but still I would get the sneezes and snots and the fuct up eye. Over the last couple of years, circumstances have rendered her catless making it much easier for me to visit. While talking with her she told me something about cats and kittens that I didn't know. She said that kitten fur is similar to the fuzz on a baby duck. You know how they get the cute soft fuzz before their feathers come in? Yeah, that stuff. She said that often times allergies don't kick in until the kittens get older and their 'real' fur starts coming in.

Now I'm worried for different reasons. I heart them! Damn it all-I don't know what I will do if they start giving me the fuct up eye now!

I can't win.

That's B (short for Beelzebub) on the left and A (short of Armageddon but AKA Little Boy) on the right.