A couple of weeks ago my girlfriend, and I got a cat. Now I’ve never really been a cat person, but I am a pushover. Talia (If you don‘t know where we got that name, you are the suck.) converted me almost instantly. My apprehension melted away the moment she hopped on my lap, purred up a storm, and fell asleep. I am such a sucker for cute things, it’s not fair. We got her from a friend who rescued her from the mean streets, but couldn’t keep her on account of her incredibly jealous cat. The little bugger grumbled when Talia was near, and became distant with her owner. So I take our cat to the vet for a checkup and whatnot, and she’s perfectly healthy, but she’s PREGNANT! The first pet I get that’s bigger than a fish, and she’s having freaking kittens! When it rains it snows, I guess. We’re expecting the kittens ant day now, J wish I wasn’t sick, so I could enjoy this more. I’m pretty psyched and all, but I just feel gross and lethargic at the same time. They don’t have an emoticon thingy that represents the strange amalgam of moods I’m in. Time for a nap, sleep has been sporadic because of impending kittens.