I'm feeling the urge to fall off the cat wagon. It's been a while since I've had that delightful sound of a cat yakking something up in the middle of the night. Apparently I've missed it.
A co-worker volunteers with the animal shelter, and the vile bitch put a notice on the bulletin board about an adoption event this weekend, because it's Kitten Season and they are ass-deep in kittens. And I approached her and asked if she was indeed responsible for that notice, and she grinned at me (vile bitch) and said yes, she was, and she knows I really want a kitten. And I said nope, nope, nope, hell to the no...except, maybe.
I'm feeling like a baby cat is the right addition to this household.
We shall see. I will fondle the baby cats and see if one snuggles me back and sends me the vibe that he/she is meant to be. It might happen. It might not.