I worked all day yesterday. Working all day is stupid. I guess it beats doing nothing, though.

When I got home from work, I fed the dogs, and finally got to sit down for more then 30 seconds. So, I’m sitting down on my old school glider out front and this orange kitten peeks around at me from behind the tree. He is probably around 16-18 weeks old. Old enough that his balls are just starting to drop. So, he comes out from behind the tree and is looking at me, pretty much standard cat drill. So, I say hi to him. The next thing I know, he is in my lap nuzzling my beard. Purring, making biscuits, you name it. This little fella is acting like I’m his long lost dad. Pancake Land comes outside and discovers my new friend. He notices her across the yard and he jumps down from my lap and runs over to her and does the same thing. This kitten has obviously been around people. Me, being a big softy for cats makes every attempt I know how to to get this cat to safety. Keep in mind, this is like 7:15pm. Animal Control doesn’t pick up cats. The Humane Society is closed until the morning. And this handsome little tiger is not having anything to do with the two cats staring at him from behind the storm door.

After two nerve-wracking attempts by this little guy to be hit cars as he ran away from my door, I finally decided to imprison him in the garage until today when I could take him to the Humane Society. But, it didn’t play out like that. Later on in the evening, P.L. was sitting outside, and the neighbors came peeking around the RV. They spot each other and it turns out that the neighbor a couple of houses down had found him originally and they decided to keep him. Awesome. And they have 4 little girls. Really awesome for “Tigger” who will be the most loved-on cat in the history of handsome kittens. I didn’t get a photo of him because I was too busy trying to snuggle him/call Animal Control/keep him out of the road. I’m sure I’ll see him around.

Did you watch the debate last night? Sucker. While you were doing that, I was learning about our new Alpha Centaurian overlords. I’m fairly certain that the outcome of this election won’t really matter once our new masters arrive. I hope they look like cats. Snuggly ones. All cotton and death rays.

Ah, look. He’s smiling. Isn’t that sweet.

Okay, today is History of England then more mugs. And the gym. And another pitiful attempt at sleep. Have a great hump day. More soon. ~SC