And So It Begins

Oooh, look another kitty on the front porch.

Oooh, look, Fat Boy Kitty's giving him a hug.

Oooh, no, wait. He's not giving him a hug. He's impregnating her.

Oooh, no, wait. Look at that belly. She's already got a bun in the oven. Probably an assortment of buns.

I think this is how crazy cat ladies get their start. First it's just one cat. Then another cat shows up out of nowhere to keep the first cat company. Then another cat, and then some kittens. And then more and more cats show up.

I think the story ends when EMTs find a mountain of cats feasting off your dead body.

I thought Keith would complain if I fed the new little baby maker, but he said he didn't care. We feed Fat Boy Kitty outside all the time, so she's probably already eating his left-overs. Then last night when I got home from work he said he gave the new kitty some canned food.

He's a bigger sucker for a crying kitty than I am. At least I just gave her dry food.