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?