So, we had a small earthquake today. I'm pretty sure our kittens were somehow to blame.
In the previous kittenpost I mentioned the kittening coïncided with our birthdays-- not so much fishing for bday wishes (but thanks! my LJ profile has a fake date), but rather to shield myself from any accusations of irresponsibility in acquiring pets when our financial situation remains so precarious. I left out the part where our parents gave us some no-strings-attached cash. Best. Birthday. Present. Evar! Money well spent. If truth be told, I justify the expense to myself as an investment in our long term psychological health. Kitten grope therapy. Good for blood pressure, too. So here I am to spread the medical benefits to you, my dear flist.
Anyway, I know if you're here at all, you're here for the pictures, not my babbling. Bring on Cotato and Pooter! (Hover over for captions).