I’ve been adopted, by a momma kitty and her two babies. 

FINALLY. 

Better photo to come, once the kittens relax around me. 

Me, my brother and Pyewacket, who was very very patient. 

Late one afternoon Bean and I were walking through downtown Amherst in search of whole wheat bagels. We passed the Food for Thought Books Collective. Those miscreants actually had a red Flexible Flyer wagon full of $1 books in front of their store. Which means that even in the unlikely event that I had been able to resist their wanton ways, they had Bean. (Wagon handle for pulling? You might as well ask an ant to resist high-fructose corn syrup.)

I picked out three books really really fast, as only a mother with a toddler in tow can. Next to the cash register there was a display of postcards, and I let him choose one because he was such a good boy. And THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is what he picked.

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CERTIFIED PRE-OWNED CATS. 

And to think I almost settled for a Honda. 

(I cut this from my local newspaper. I heart the Berkshires.) 

Jungle Kitty is unimpressed. Just, you know. Generally. 

Showing my support for matthewgallaway and everyone else who posts lots of photos of their felines. 

This was my Bit. I still miss him. I’m going to get a kitten as soon as Bean is old enough to be consistently gentle with it. 

(What does #clotu mean? I Googled and it led me back to Tumblr.)