Kitten Update!

It's the moment you've all been waiting for- OFFICIAL KITTEN NAMES. It's more than likely the new owners will take them and rename them something horribly boring like Lucky or Tigger or Whiskers or Fluff; but at least we tried.

Grey and Gray and now Buttercup and Farmboy, because:

• Buttercup is really pretty but kind of a bitch
• Farmboy follows her around all the time
• Westley is way too dignified a name for him
• They like going on adventures and fighting (pretend) giant rats together 
• I watched the Princess Bride on youtube the other night and got pretty emotional.

This pic is a two for one: cute baby cat AND a nice close up of my thumb.

Green Mile has been rechristened Cobra Kai because;

• When we first got him, he hissed and spat like a snake all the time
• He's reformed and he's not on death row anymore 
• I watched the Karate Kid on youtube the other night and got pretty emotional

This guy is Cobra's bro from the 'hood- they just picked him up yesterday. He's pretty fierce and hisses all the time, but because Cobra is so cuddly with me all the time he comes and sleeps on my shoulder too, but with this total fuck-you attitude, like he thinks all the other kittens have stockholm syndrome and he's the only sane one left. I am a total kitten whisperer though, so I think he'll come around within a few days.

We've named him Crazy Horse;

• Because he has those mad cool American Indian mohawk markings on his head
• He's a total warrior kitten
• I watched Last of the Mohicans on youtube the other night and got pretty emotional

The shelter called and wanted us to take the other two kittens from Cobra and Crazy's litter, but we had to say no because I think Karl will break up with me if he has to clean up any more poop from the shower*. Hopefully their foster parents are as awesome as us, though, and don't name any of them Lucky.

*There's been a bit of confusion in the team about where we're supposed to be pooping. The day they came, I spent hours hand stitching a baby blanket for them, which Buttercup immediately shat on. Then Farmboy was like, 'Oh, this is the spot? Cool.' and took a copycat dump right next to it. So I trashed the blanket, and now opinion is divided on correct crapping procedure between the litterbox and the shower floor. And behind the heater. And next to the fridge. But we're getting there.