it's a boy

last night i adopted a kitten. my plan was to start out with something simpler to take care of - say, a pet rock. then i would move on to a plastic plant, then a real plant, a goldfish, a wino, then a cat. but i skipped some steps. i was too eager to train it to be evil and do my bidding, and i needed an audience forthright.

no pictures yet, i woke up too late this morning to upload them from my camera. no name yet either, but he's white with grey ears and a grey tail, blue eyes. here's an impromptu short list of monikers i'm considering:

• nietzsche
• ghengis
• uber
• corky thatcher
• romper-stomper
• titty
• wu-tang
• osama

i'm leaning towards "uber" because i really like the idea of talking to my cat with a german accent. it will perpetuate the evilness which i will try to instill in him. i can call him a shizer head.

if you think it's effeminate of me to get a cat, then just suck my fat one.