On Sunday the Human went to a birthday party near Santa Cruz, where she met Dillon, her dear friend's foster kitten.
Dear Friend lives in Oregon and Dillon is her fourth foster--she's had him since he was barely three weeks. Next week the poor, unsuspecting little guy will get tutored ::shudder:: and then he'll be ready to be 'dopted.
The Human's friend swears she is not keeping him herself, but the Human swears she sees the Mad Glint of Kitten Lust in Friend's eyes...so who knows, really?
Dear Friend and her husband have had as many as seven kitties at once, but they are currently down to only one, and Nigel is getting to be an older ManCat (he might be about 17 now?), so the Human thinks (and, in a rare, universe-shattering moment of agreement, I do too) that maybe the time is ripe for a new addition. Plus, then she'd get to see this little guy some more. He's unbelievably fun and frolicsome!NB: That pillow is actually embroidered with fern leaves, but I think Dillon imagines they are previously-consumed fishies, MOL! After all, the Pacific is only a mile or two away as the