Knight with her 7 babies, born 6-6-05. 

Back in April, we adopted a sweet little stray cat.
We made her a house cat and named her Knight
(pronounced "k-nig-it"). Long story made short, our
too-young-to-become-pregnant-cat had 7 kittens on
Monday. It wasn't unexpected, mind you, because for
the last month she has been enormous. Whenever she
tried to run around the house, she looked like a fat
woman running in sandals. Also, for a time, there
was a white and orange tom cat casing the joint.
However, I would have never guessed she was
7-kittens-pregnant. Even though she is only about
6 months old herself, Knight is being a very good
mommy. In about two months, I will have kittens
up for adoption.

This will not be the only picture you see of the
neighborhood whore and her 7 bastard offspring.
I've gotten a little picture crazy. Wow, an
English major and the owner of 8 cats. Suddenly,
I've become this:


Disappointing moment of the day:
Got home and saw a small package in the mailbox.
Yeah, my amazon order is here! I ordered the
newest releases from The White Stripes, Weezer,
and The Gorillaz. However, the freaking box was
empty. In fact, stamped on the box in red ink is
"Received without contents at Decatur IL 62523-9998."
I imagine some USPS son-of-a-bitch is sitting back,
with the headphones on, wishing he was living in
Beverly Hills with playmates and overweight emo girls
all around.