It's official: I'm turning into a crazy old lady, either talking about my kid or my cat. If I start smelling like mothballs mixed with Aquanet, and handing out hard candy with pocket lint stuck to it, promise me you'll say something. Discretely, of course.
Anyway, blood-work's in: She's Leukemia Free. Yay! Bring on the vaccinations and kitty hysterectomies, she's all mine!
She likes to wrap herself around my neck like a boa, and walk around with dixie cups in her mouth. She's dug up one plant, has just discovered the aquarium, and would prefer, if I let her, to sleep on my head.
I've also been sneezing violently since I picked her up. I've never had any allergies, and hope it's a fluke.
Eh, a little Alovert's a small price to pay.