Alright, we all knew this would happen — the one thing I desperately, desperately did NOT want to name the boy kitten was “Marceau,” and so of course, that’s the name he answers to and seems to like. Plus, that damn Chuckweasel won’t stop calling him that, so I seem to have been outvoted. But he really does LOOK like a Marceau, so it’s for the best.
Callie Jean is getting more and more used to the idea that the kittens are actually alive and might possibly be very small cats (jury’s still out on that one). And tiny insane Lucy has decided she wants to be Callie’s friend, so she keeps following her around and eating off her plate. CJ doesn’t seem to know how to respond to having a kitten-stalker, but she hasn’t beat on Lucy yet, so maybe she’s okay with it? Mina just follows me, but I’m trying to make her stop because she keeps jumping on my feet and one or both of us is gonna get hurt like that!
I took kitten mugshots on my stupid piece-of-crap phone this weekend, but now I can’t get them out… Off? Whatever, the only way you can see them is if you come over here and look at my phone. So I’m gonna make Chuckweasel let me use his iPhone to take pictures and email them to myself — it has the Interwebz on it. And if that doesn’t work, I will come to each one of your houses and describe what the kittens look like through the power of interpretive dance.