Please tell me I didn't just make a huge mistake
I went back to the animal shelter this afternoon, and came out with a kitten approximately 15 weeks old. Since I was, you know, working I had to bring him back to the office with me. That was around 2pm. It's now almost 5pm, and he hasn't stopped playing!. I've wadded up pieces of paper and paper towels for his batting around amusement, and he's been on the go steadily for almost three solid hours. And he leaps, and he scampers, and he climbs the back of my chair, and he tries to jump over the boxes I have barricading the office so he won't escape. Oy, I think this guy may be more than JT will want to have around. *facepalm*
He's cute though, a gray tabby to go with my brown tabby. I was originally thinking of naming him Mouse, but after this afternoon, I'm leaning more towards Torey, short for Tornado.
Pictures to come if I can ever get him to settle down for 10 seconds.
He's cute though, a gray tabby to go with my brown tabby. I was originally thinking of naming him Mouse, but after this afternoon, I'm leaning more towards Torey, short for Tornado.
Pictures to come if I can ever get him to settle down for 10 seconds.