Kitty

A few months ago, a skinny kitty appeared downstairs at my apartment complex. We believe that she is an abandoned house cat because of her burning desire to try and sneak into the house at every chance (she has only been successful once). She’s real friendly, moderately vocal, and even comes when I call her. If Snackpants weren’t so insanely allergic, I would totally keep her.

Now that the weather has cooled down a bit in Middle Georgia, we have taken to opening the windows during the day and attempting to get as much of a cross breeze as possible. Now that the windows are open more often, Kitty can hear us inside and makes her presence known. Tonight she scared the crap out of me as I rounded the corner, because she also has a fondness for talking to me like this:

I think it’s really cute and funny when it’s not making me wet myself because she’s doing this at night. Nevermind the fact that she looks like a demon cat in the picture.

Now we just have to make sure that she doesn’t choose our porch as the birthplace for her kittens. Not sure how long cats let the babies cook before they birth them, but I think she’s getting close. She went and got herself knocked up while she was in heat a few months ago. Because having one stray cat to feed isn’t enough for all of us.