Yes, I got kittens. Do I get my official Feminist Club Membership Card now?
Actually, one is mine and one is my room mate’s, but they are brothers and they are adorable. The bigger black-and-white tuxedo kitty, Leopold, is the room mate’s.
And my yet-to-be-named tiny grey kitten will be called either Percival or Omar Little (thoughts?).
They are the cutest things of all time. Leopold is bigger and more aggressive; Percival / Omar Little is a cuddly and sweet and tiny and purrs like a motorboat. A few more shots:
(Yes, that is a toilet in my kitchen. Don’t ask).
I’ve never been much of a cat person, and I’ve desperately wanted a dog in New York for a long time now. The thought of being a cat-owner never seemed appealing. But the idea of kittens came up, and I do love most little creatures, so we went to the shelter and I fell in love with little Percival / Omar Little; my room mate went with little Leopold.
The major downside is that right after we agreed to adopt the kittens, our landlord agreed to renovate our apartment — so we have no kitchen, no bathroom, no toilet and no running water, and there are boxes and pieces of furniture strewn everywhere. Which means I haven’t showered in about 48 hours. Plus two kittens racing around. It’s hectic, and gross.
But I’m blogging with a kitty in my lap (Leopold, if you’re curious; yes, he is falling asleep), so I’m happy (plus I can shower at the gym tomorrow, which makes me happier). More pictures of the new little ones are here if you’re interested.