Rocky

Henry and I recently got a kitten, which is huge because Henry has been staunchly anti-pet the entire time I've known him. His points are fair: he has allergies, and pets are time-consuming and costly. But I finally wore him down, and I think it's because my points proved to be stronger:

1. OMG KITTEN
2. KITTEN KITTEN KITTEN
3. SCOOCHY FACE
4. KITTEN

Okay, so not stronger. But definitely more annoying. Especially because I was repeating them on an endless loop, drunk (which should come as no surprise) at the apartment of our friends Kayt and Scott, who had taken in a litter of abandoned kittens until they could find them all homes. Whiskey and cuteness are a potent combination: it took about eleven seconds for me to fall in love with one kitten in particular. We learned that this kitten was 80% spoken for; its prospective owners were almost certain their dog would learn to love her, but needed to be sure. So Henry made the kind of decision you can only make when you love someone very much and really want to make that person happy and have also been hitting the whiskey a little hard yourself: he told Kayt that on the off-chance the kitten's new home didn't work out, he and I would consider taking her.

The kitten's new home didn't work out. The dog didn't learn to love her. And so we got Rocky.

Now, I know there's nothing more annoying than pictures of other peoples' pets. I know that. And I know everyone thinks their new kitten is the cutest kitten that ever lived, when in fact a kitten is a kitten is a kitten.

Except that our kitten seriously is the cutest ever.

Welcome home, scoochy face.