Monday, April 19, 2010

I'm in Love.

Nope, not with the boy (who is Pinocchio, by the way), but if you look closely, you can see the tiny kitten he is feeding.

Yes, I am in love with a kitten.
If you met him, you would be too.

He has turned even the worst cat hater into an ooey-gooey, smiling goon. I ain't even exaggerating.

Here's the story: So The Mexican text messages me on Saturday night asking if I'm awake. I am practically nocturnal, so I quickly answer that indeed I was awake. She goes on to ask me to come outside of my apartment because she has found a kitten. In my mind, I'm thinking; "oh snap...ANOTHER kitten that we're going to get all attached to have to just give away." I go outside to find The Mexican standing near what is the saddest, most pathetic scene I've ever witnessed in my 20 years of life. I see a tiny (the teensy weensy kind) black and white kitten screaming and crying while trying to walk on his wobbly legs. I look at The Mexican with the widest, goo goo eyes and proceed to scoop the kitty up in my hands (after checking to see if the mother was anywhere nearby, of course). We take the kitty back to The Mexican's apartment and proceed to take action. The kitty was obviously starving. The protruding ribs hinted at that. We, then, decide to hit up the nearest Super Walmart to get some supplies. We came back to my abode and proceeded to feed the little one. Needless to say, as the night wore on, I quickly fell head over heels with the little guy. So now I have a kitty. I'm not allowed to have a pet in the apartment I have right now, so my wonderful friends (let's call them Angel and Bass) are taking care of him for me until I move out :)

I am so joyful!