I found this beast 3 years ago at the antique shop on the corner. I was coming home from school, it was raining and I had my textbooks and knives with me, carried it (quite bulky) on my shoulders, hunched over. The man who owned the antique store made the requisite joke about Atlas.

My Beautiful Babies...

are beautiful.

Just went outside to give the cats their dinner. A hollywood sunset. I counted one kitten missing from the scrum in the kittenbox, called out "Emily.. em-i-lee..." and her little face popped out from under the couch, staring right at me. I was so shocked that she answered to her name that I dropped the bag of cat food, spilling it all over the patio. Which resulted in a cat pinata party.

Guess what.

What?

Chicken butt.