new arrival

About a month ago or so, I succumbed to a dangerous form of procrastination, kitten porn. I came upon a photo of this little orange guy and his brother, and the wheels started spinning. On impulse, I put in an application and, to forego the tale's twists and turns, a month later, I brought home this kitten on Sunday. Rufus (not named after young Mr. Wainwright) is your typical kitten: He just wants to play, explore, play, eat, explore, play, play, oh, and sleep (not that I've witnessed much of the latter, but he's in repose here). He's quite the talker, something I've not experienced in most of my other felines. Damn fine jumper, like most four-month-old kittens.

I've given him the spare bedroom at night and while I'm at work, since my five-year-old gray tabby, Lucy, is afraid of the little fluff ball. Seems odd but one of my friends who's expert in such matters says it's not unusual. So, life has gotten a little crazier, and my houseplant (yep, singular) is a bit worse for wear, but I hear change is good.

By the way, be sure to note the pink toepads.