I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. – M. Cole
Here are more videos of the foster kittens. Against astreja’s advice, I have named them since I got tired referring to them as the “orange kitten”, “the other orange kitten”, “the brown tabby kitten and “the other brown tabby kitten”. So we have Ulysses, the orange kitten with the white socks (and my husband’s pick of the litter literally), Goose, the orange kitten without the white socks (and honorary flerken), Porthos the dark brown tabby kitten and Hobbes, the lighter brown tabby kitten.
Since these are up on Youtube and I entertain myself by ripping apart theist claims there, the poor frustrated theists have to attack the fact that I’m taking care of kittens since they have nothing else.
Cleo has finally given birth, on July 12-13. This isn’t the greatest picture but you can see the four new baby cats. There are two orange tabbies and 2 dark ones. They all seem to be the classic tabby like their mom. Cleo and kittens seem to all be fine.
We have a foster momma cat and soon to have kittens. She showed up in our garden. I had thought she was a male kitty, thanks to a couple of fluffs of fur on her butt but she had a secret. Her name, for the moment, is Cleo. She’s a classic tabby with the whorls of color on her sides, rather than the stripes like most of our others. Once the kittens can eat on their own, the Humane Society will take them so they can find homes.
I also was able to remove a kitty from an idiot neighbor, and took her to the Humane Society. It broke my heart that I couldn’t keep her, but the very nice people at the shelter said she would be okay since she was young and friendly. I am a misanthrope with reason.
And a picture of our goofy cat Apollo who is sleeping under the coffee table.