Kitten

I need to move out of this house.

I want a kitten, so fucking much. I miss my cats and I want something to cuddle and fuss and care for and play with again. Plus I just stumbled upon a bunch of photos of somebody's new kitten, lucky bitch!

The moment I move out of this stupid student house with its strict 'NO PETS EVER AT ALL' rule - and I mean the very second - I am getting myself a kitten. And it will be wonderful.

I've always wanted a kitten.

Or a puppy, though I think i'm definately more a cat person.

But in any case, some cute little furry thing I could cuddle.

But i'm the only person in my family not horribly allergic to anything with fur.

Oh, kitties. I want a kitten so bad, but Owen's allergic. Horribly. This is the first time in my life I haven't had at least one feline around. I really miss little furry balls crawling around on me.

Kittens are positively adorable. They're small, they're glad to be held once you've domesticated them, and they sleep on your shoulder, in the crook of your neck, on top of your chest, on your lap, in your shoe, whatever. They're incessantly adorable and I absolutely love them. They tend to bring me joy with their constant explorations of their new surroundings and the reactions that they have to these surroudnings. They jump about and wiggle around and play a lot. Granted they do use the litter box, need a lot of care, and are often getting themselves in trouble but, damn they're cute!