Shelter pics of my kittens. Aka Riveting June.

Despite another busy day at work, I called the animal shelter Wednesday. "Yes," I said, because it's my signature move to begin all my business-y calls with "yes." "Yes, I'm fostering seven kittens and their mom, because am self-loathing nincompoop, and I have two people possibly interested in adopting one kitten each. How should they … Continue reading Shelter pics of my kittens. Aka Riveting June.

I got 99 lives, and also more lives because math

Yesterday I heard from the animal shelter. I was wondering what was taking them so long, because I know kitten season is upon us. "We have, well, we have 7 kittens and their mom," they said apologetically, like they were sorry for even asking. "I'll be there right after work," I said. Maybe I'm the … Continue reading I got 99 lives, and also more lives because math

“June, you forgot to add kitten pictures.”

Relationships are stupid. I know I sound like my coworker Griff, who thinks everything is stupid--but who is, in fact, in a relationship. But really, they are. Stupid. This weekend, Ned was helping me walk Edsel, and you're all, What the--WHY WAS NED THERE, and calm down. I will get to it. The point is, … Continue reading “June, you forgot to add kitten pictures.”

June polls you. And she didn’t even buy you a drink first

Do you remember the other day--like, two days ago--when I showed you that big tower of canned kitten food I bought? There are two cans of it left. Yeesch. Four kittens: Turns out, they eat. But that, my rapt audience ("Talk about fekking kittens more, June"), is not why I've gathered you all here today, … Continue reading June polls you. And she didn’t even buy you a drink first

Just like a movie star, who gets burned in a three-way script

I've been obsessed with a game. I'm not a game person. I kind of hate games, actually, and for this, I blame my childhood. My mother used to have this game night, see, with her friends. My whole life, as far back as I can recall--and I can recall being in my crib*, so it … Continue reading Just like a movie star, who gets burned in a three-way script

Foster update. As opposed to Foster’s Lager.

After a quiet morning, in which I let each kitten come out to play a bit, I put Nancy and her brood in the carrier and took them down to the shelter for their booster shots. I kibitzed with puppies in the lobby while I waited, and Edsel would like you all to know that … Continue reading Foster update. As opposed to Foster’s Lager.