Cats around here have two modes: adorable and insane. Sometimes the two coincide, but not always.

We got Kit by accident.

We’d gone to the Stonewall Jackson craft fail Labor Day weekend with my parents, and on the way home, my dad wanted to stop at a pet supply store in Clarksburg to check out their fish supplies.

Michael and I wandered around the store, and found in the back corner a set of cages, one cage had a ferret, but the cage about it had kittens.

“Someone abandoned them outside,” the salesperson said. “I think they’re only about four weeks old.”

“We don’t need another cat,” I said, “but thanks.”

“But look at this one!” said Michael. “Look at its face! Look how cute!”

“But we don’t need another cat. We already have a cat.”

“That really is an adorable cat,” said my mother.

In the end, I admitted defeat and we brought had ourselves a new kitten.

Did I mention the kittens were above a ferret cage? They were. She stunk for the first couple weeks we had her. Kat hated her, and hissed and got a big fat bushy tail and generally wanted nothing to do with her. Until he suddenly decided that maybe she was okay.

Of course, as soon as we took her to the vet, Kat hated her again when we got back, until he–again–decided she was okay. This has happened any time she’s gone to the vet alone. She comes back, and Kat wants nothing to do with her for a couple days. Then suddenly he’s over it.

Because she was so young when we got her, she has issues. She likes to lick, but mostly she has this thing about paper. Any kind of paper. She’ll stand on the paper and then dig and dig and dig and dig–never using her claws, just rubbing her paws back and forth.

And she’s also obsessed with water glasses, believing they need to be tipped over.

But she’s sweet natured and affectionate, which combined with her cuteness has saved her when she’s dumped a large glass of water on the floor or furniture or my head and three in the morning.

Because we need some cuteness by the end of the week.

Kat has shoved himself into the corner, so it looks like we’ve placed him in time out.

Turn about is fair play apparently.

While I was sick, I was ensconced in the computer room in the basement, which doubles as a sick room, because it’s away from Grandmom. As the basement is where the cats go in the basement at night (so they don’t accidentally trip Grandmom) I had plenty of feline company–whether I wanted it or not.

Here is Kit making herself at home on my bed.

Apparently it IS Kat’s window seat, and Kit isn’t really wanted.

I can’t decide if she looks extremely lazy, or slightly dead.

Help! Help! I’m being repressed!

I don’t care if you were here first. This is MY seat.

Maow?

Friday cat blogging with pictures taken from the new camera!

What? This is Grandmom’s pillow? Why I have no idea how it could have ended up on the floor!

But since it’s here…

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