Minnekitty for Minnesota
Aaaaah...two weeks in Minnesota. So far, I have been treated to a solid week of 95 degree days with 70% or more humidity. Just cooled down in time for me not to fall over dead.
crystal xp downlaodOver the weekend I attempted to drive up to Taylor's Falls on the St. Croix River for some sightseeing, but on the way was kidnapped and forced to adopt an exceptionally cute furry little beast from the North Woods Humane Society. The point of this was to provide daytime company to my large, grumpy ball of fur known as Harry the Cat. Well, he may not appreciate it, but he sure has company...
It was a sinister operation all around. I was driving innocently along highway 8 through a thickly forested area, and suddenly a sign appeared, advertising "adoptions today!". What kind of sick monster would put up a sign like that I may never know. Nevertheless, in I went, against the very core of my better judgement.
There in the front room was a set of cages containing no less than 10 adorable little kittens. Flanked on either side there were, I can swear to you now, Fire-Breathing Kitten Adoption Enforcers. One of them even feigned a limp to throw me off.
In the center cage were two siamese-mix kittens about 12 weeks in age, wrestling joyously, imagining the fun they would later have disembowling whatever gullible human was stupid enough to take one of them home.
That would be me. Ahem.
The little fluffy white thing made out of the same material as a superball--remember those? Big in the early 80's with the playground set, but I digress--literally reached out of the cage, grabbed me, and forced me to the ground. She then hypnotized me with her Siamese cat mind control tricks and that was the end.
So here she is, home with me, annoying the living shit out of Harry, the 6 year old Himalayan who thought he owned the place. More on that later.
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