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Alright so I have this new kitten, which explains the previous sentence. The little monster decided to jump from my SHOULDER to the keyboard. Not only will she climb up my leg all the way to my shoulder just to, I assume see what I see and be near me, she now likes to see what I'm doing and watch/play with my fingers because they're moving so fast against the keyboard. The ad in the newspaper said they were 10 weeks old which is pretty suspect because this little shit is tiny. Like my hand is a few inches less the size of her tiny. So I take her anyway and she is COVERED IN FLEAS. NOT A FEW, NOT A BUNCH, F!@#$IN' COVERED. Like I put her in my sink to wash her off (Which she did not like at all by the way...) and she had like dozens of black ovals all over her. I think the pet shampoo worked a bit but I'm still getting the fuckers with my fingers/tweezers. And she's clingy as a fly on shit. And fucking determined too on that note too. She was sleeping so I figured I'd go upstairs and get something to eat and check my laundry. so I turn around from eating something and I see her come up the damn stairs, look at me, and meow pathetically. These stairs are almost bigger than her and she climbed about...15 of 'em? Looked at her, picked her up, put her on my shoulder and told her she earned that shoulder perch. And she's trying to eat my popcorn now, which is funny because she won't eat anything else besides milk BUT if I'm eating it and love it she has to eat it too, no matter how ad it would be for her.

I feel bad as shit come Monday because I have to go to work and loves the crap outta me. Cries if I leave just a few steps away, she's in a new place, she's probably scared, and probably hungry. She won't eat the kitten food I got her because I'm damn sure she ain't old enough for that yet and the only thing she took was some warm milk watered down a tad. And I'm going to have to go to Wal-mart later because cow milk is bad for for them so I have to get this kitten milk and I'll have to get a flea comb too. Son of a bitch.

Am I aggravated? A little. Worried? Yeah. Get rid of her? Kiss my ass. Does she follow me everywhere and pester me? Shit yes. But looking down at her sleeping in my lap being all kittenish and cute as Hell, there's no way I'm tossin' her somewhere's else. I love her, even if I haven't thought up a name for her yet.