My cat is so darn cute. I love her, love her, love her. No, really. But how can you resist?

It's really quite surprising how much a little kitty can pull your heartstrings. She's getting so much better about being held and seems quite content with the nightly ritual of me picking her up and walking her up the stairs to bed - not one peep! And that makes me so happy.. her sitting in my arms, inspecting the walls and looking around as I walk up the stairs. When I first found her, you couldn't hold her a fraction of a second without her crying pathetically. That lasted until a month or so ago.

Now, unfortunately, she's picked up Lucy's bad habit of DRINKING OUT OF THE TOILET. Every time I see either of them doing it, I shoo them away.. or flush the toilet.. or pick them up and walk them to their water bowls. They have yet to catch on that it is less-than-desirable behavior, which makes me think maybe they won't learn. So I feel okay with going to get my camera now rather than trying to save them from the icky toilet germs.

bad bad bad!

Another bad habit: she eats every ten minutes!
Showing fact: In the seven minutes or so it took me to grind and make my coffee yesterday morning, the Kitten ran in from outside at full speed TWICE to eat. Twice. In less than 10 minutes. Jeez, Kitten.

  ¶ 10:13 PM