cody and i got a kitten a few weeks ago. (if you are just tuning in, cody is my boyfriend with whom i live in atlanta.) despite repeatedly tossing around the idea and lurking on pet adoption websites and the petco kitten window, i was slightly hesitant because cats live a long time, and i didn't think i was ready for that type of commitment. but then our neighbor said someone he worked with was giving kittens away, and i rarely say no to free anything, so we picked her up the next day.
her name is cleo, because she is a bad bitch, like cleopatra. we thought about naming her oprah, but she will never be big enough to live up that name. she likes to climb up our legs, which is not such an issue when one is wearing pants, but is rather painful when one is not. she seems to think plucking her off and setting her back on the ground is simply part of the challenge. as a result, i look like a cutter.
that feather is connected to a string, which is connected to a wand. she drags it all over the apartment and often puts it in her food dish. she also makes it a point to play with it right next to our feet, even though there are more spacious locations available. this is clearly a calculated decision that allows her to "accidentally" miss her feather and attack our appendages instead.
