Friday Monkey Blogging (Cat Edition)
Yesterday, while I was at work, the Special Lady Friend snapped and decided she needed to have a cat, immediately. So she headed off to the animal shelter and picked up this little bruiser:

It’s a female kitten of indeterminate breed, eight months old, six pounds. She’s been living at the shelter for six months. While the younger kittens cost anywhere up to $100, this one was free, leading us to conclude that we probably saved her from death row.
Problem is, we don’t have a name for her yet. I prefer “Lump,” since she’s spent most of her first two days at our house hiding under furniture or staring out the windows. The SLF thinks “Lump” is a horrible name for a cat, but what the hell does she know?


