I was sitting at my computer, diligently typing away, and the doorbell rang.  I opened the door, and my neighbor’s son and his friend were on the porch.

“Here,” they said, “we got you a kitten.”

And sure enough, they were holding a kitten.  A teeny tiny kitten. A nearly microscopic kitten.  I’ve seen citrus fruits bigger than this kitten.

It made for an exciting evening, and the timing was just spot on perfect (middle of exams, check; middle of book, check; leaving shortly for a trip, check).

Anyone want to reassure me that this is a kitten, not a crisis, and that I have the necessary fortitude to handle this?