Sarah and I adopted a little kitten yesterday. Neither of us are really “cat people”, or animal people for that matter, but this one little kitty just captured our hearts. After tossing around a few names like Hermione, Tempest, Jasmine, and Killer (one of my favorites since she’s such a shy little kitty), we finally settled on “Regan”. It was Sarah’s suggestion, and I think it fits perfectly. Sarah says she’s a domestic long-hair mix tabby. To me she looks like a grey striped kitty with long hair that sticks up like crazy all over the place. Not too sure about all this tabby business.

Last night we decided we couldn’t be without our new little kitty, so we had her sleep with us. At different points in the night we found her sleeping either on Sarah’s face or in my armpit. Perhaps little Regan wanted to get back at me for my offending pit-smell, because when I woke up this morning I found that she had left a few presents on my jeans that were lying on the floor. I don’t think anyone else could poop on my jeans and get away with it quite as easily as little Regan did. In fact my first thought was “Oh, she took her first poo! Great!”

I love our little kitty.

Listening to "Solar Sister" from the album Dream All Day - The Best of The Posies by The Posies