Jay and I have always been fairly responsible when it comes to choosing our pets. We choose ones who may otherwise go unwanted and we aren't usually easily swayed by the cuteness of a kitten or puppy. But I'll admit that lately I've had the urge to once again hear the pitter patter of little furry feet. I don't remember the last time I had a kitten. It's been a while.
Enter Julius, bought for a nominal fee off of Craigslist from an older fellow who found a litter of kittens in his shed and was "trying to not get too attached to them":
(In related news: If you've been reading here a while you'll remember that over a year ago we gave our chihuahua to someone who we thought would love her more than we would. I'm happy to report that Sadie is doing amazingly well and her new Mommy dotes on her constantly and, to our astonishment, was even able to teach her tricks. A happy ending for all.)