I got a kitten! Her name is Pippa. She is, of course, the cutest thing ever to appear on this planet, at least when she is sleepy. When fully awake and energized, she is a little monster. Walks on keyboards because the cursor moving on the screen looks so tempting. Actually stares intensely at my face, which is either at my eyelashes or my nose ring — either way it’s kind of worrying because it’s the same look she has pre-pounce on toy mice or pieces of string.

She purrs like a fierce little engine and has big blue eyes (which will no doubt become some other color) and is currently trying to chew on her own tail. She’s excellent at climbing up the side of couches and beds, but sucks at jumping, either up or down. She’s not afraid of anything, having been adopted from a home with a husky and a three year old in addition to cats. Sometimes she jumps on my head at five in the morning, but is always fast asleep when I get up at seven. I think she’s starting to teethe, and that’s why she keeps chewing on me, my quilt, and of course all the kitty toys.