In the cards?

So. I'm still having commitment issues about the whole kitten thing (the short story is that I'm a commitment-phobe and kitteny goodness is a seriously serious responsibility in my world). But, BUT!, after spending 2 hours at my friend's house with her f.o.u.r. cats last week who are beautiful and adorable and charming and wonderful and cute and purrtastic and soft and shiny and soft and fluffy... I'm starting to think I not only *can* do this cat thing but maybe *need* to do this cat thing.

Don't freak out cuz I haven't gone kitten shopping or anything like that. However, I *did* speak with a co-worker today who works with a local rescue shelter to just, you know, put out some feelers and let me know if any little kittens come in that need the kind of rescuing that can only be done by a single, 28 year old, city kind of gal with a great view. She said her sister's farm kitty is having a litter soon, too, so it sounds as if there will be digital photos winging their way to my inbox shortly.

And if they're anything like what's on cuteoverload then I'm in the biggest, fattest kitteny trouble ever.

What does all of this mean? Precisely nothing for the moment. But when the perfect kitty comes along I think it's time for me to go ahead and enter in to a deep, meaningful relationship with him. Cuz frankly I could totally use a deep, meaningful relationship with a him right now. And if he's black and shiny, all the better. Orange with white mittens will work too. And if he smells like kitten, I'll give him anything he wants except my warm pillow or spot on my favorite blanket.