My New Roommate

The Friday before Christmas, Leslie asked me if I would be home because she had something to bring me. Of course I'd be home; it was a Friday night, after all. Well, she brought over this little bundle of cuteness:

Did I want a kitten? Umm, not really. I wanted some kind of animal, but I was thinking more along the lines of a turtle. Leslie and I had talked about it, and she had been convincing me that a cat was really the way to go, but I wasn't convinced until she showed up on my doorstep and pulled him out of her coat. And then just look at that face. How could I not love him? Sure, there were some problems at first; he couldn't remember where the litter box was, for one. And I had to move all the Christmas tree ornaments out of his reach for another. And then he learned to climb the Christmas tree.

But he's also very entertaining, especially when he gets into his ninja kitty mode, and he loves playing. He also loves snuggling when he's tired, and when I was sick over Christmas break, we spent a lot of time taking naps together.

It's kind of astonishing, really, how quickly and completely I've fallen in love. His name is Dobby, he's now 10 weeks old, and he's stolen my heart.