Tiny little claws

I would like you all to be the first to know that tonight I welcomed the two new members of my family -- Henrietta and... well, the second kitten doesn't have a name because I wasn't really expecting her. I thought I might take two but I thought I was getting a boy kitten as the second, and I was going to name him Rufus. My cousin Frankie spit-tagged that one so I got two girls.

I'm trying to get inspiration from her behavior thus far. My aunt and uncle have been keeping these kittens for the last four months -- the mama cat lives with them. Henrietta wasn't easy to get in the cat carrier. We chased her all over the house. But the other one actually climbed the walls to avoid getting in the carrier. She was a like a cokehead being forced into rehab. Ya think I can name her "Junkie"? Or "Coke-Fiend?" Maybe "Lohan"?

Anyway, now they're curled in two little furry balls in the back of the cat carrier, not even breathing for fear that I will touch them or make them seperate from each other. Or maybe they're in there plotting my imminent death. Probably I'll fall asleep and they'll come in the bedroom and slit my throat with their little tiny claws.

I guess two cats at once was a bad idea but I kept imagining Henrietta sitting in my boring apartment all day with no one to play with. She got used to playing with five other cats at my aunt's house. How would she adjust to being all alone all day? At least now she has her very own sister.

I'm gonna go close the door to my bedroom now. Lohan's a wild one -- you never know what she might do and I have clothes that I'm really attached to in there.