Those of you on Twitter and Facebook no doubt know we’ve “rescued” another kitten. And anyone who lives with cats knows the truth: we were hired for a job we didn’t even know we applied for.
She refuses to name herself, and if we don’t stop calling her “Senorita Bitchy-pants”, the name is eventually going to stick.
I would take a picture of her to show y’all, but she is currently under the futon attacking a spot on the carpet and waiting for the dog to walk by again.
(Really it’s a wonder I get any work done in this house.)