Pal from MA is videotaping my matuurity.
I guess technically I recorded that one. Whatev.
My kitty gets here today. I will leave at lunchtime and get her, and take her home and set her up in the spare bedroom (now that I deflated the bed) (like a grownup) with all her new supplies.
Pal and I went to Pet Supplies "Plus" and note the "Plus" is in quotes and then the end quote was burnt out. You can imagine how this entire scenario didn't make my entrails pucker up or anything.
Nevertheless, we got this:
A cute cute cute bed, which she will care about deeply with all her visual skills, and toys that rattle so she can hear them, and a pink and green flowered collar. Yes, I will take the bell off because I figure she can hear me from the shelter right now, so acute are her other senses.
I also got a case of kitten food, which Pal paid for to welcome her to my world. And also? I think Ima call her Iris Frost instead of Virgin Merry Bailey Ingalls. Keep up. Keep up with the mature whirlwind that is June.
I took Pal to Stameys, which is an excellent and also very classy barbecue place. Oddly, Pal had spent the whole morning hoping I'd suggest we go out for barbecue, so there was some kismet or simpatico or really unhealthy eating patterns at work there.
Tune in tomorrow for blind baby kitty news!!!