I was out for a jog last night when I heard a crying noise. Investigating in a big thing of bushes, I found a little kitten. Of course, it wasn't that simple.. The cat was scared so ran away. I had to tear through these bushes for freaking 45 minutes to catch her. At one point, the sprinklers came on. She was too scared to leave the bushes, though, so she was a little soaked furball. I was a big soaked dirtball. Seriously, I was a mess. Then a cop stopped, with his lights on and everything. "I'm not crazy! I'm looking for a kitten!" He helped out a little and I finally was able to grab her. At which point she looked up at me, bared her teeth and claws, and hissed. Funny thing is that within a minute of walking with her towards my apartment, she was purring.. then started doing the little paw thing which, honest to god, absolutely kills me.

I had called Ed halfway through the hunt and he said if I caught it, I could bring it over there. Lucky for me (and it), since I'm both allergic and know nothing about cats. He has two already (one of which completely hates the new kitten -- makes that devil cat noise & everything -- and the other is completely entranced) so I wasn't even going to play around about keeping it.. But I can tell by the way he's talking that he would like to. He's so funny.. I could tell from the first time he saw it and said it was an ugly little kitten that he totally loved it. "C'mon, it's cute!" "There's nothing cute about that cat!" We'll see... :)

A kitten! :D