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I was going to go to Mint Manor this weekend, but on Friday night my friend Steph called and said that she was getting a new kitten. She used to have a fat, beautiful silver cat named Satin that she had to give away three years ago when she and her mom moved to Staten Island, and so I was very glad to hear that she was ready for a new kitty. So I said, "OOH OOH OHH OOH OHH! CAN I COME CAN I COME CAN I COME SEE THE KITTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?" Which is just what she wanted, and so Kirsten and I went over to Staten Island. On Sunday afternoon we all drove over to Brooklyn to pick up the kitten.

He's a little seal-point Siamese with big blue eyes and Steph named him Ivan (the Terrible.) But there's nothing terrible about him. He's the sweetest little baby you ever saw. Kirsten and I got to be kitty control in the back seat, and I was very selfish and kept him cuddled almost the whole time, only giving Kirsten a little chance to hold him. I'm rotten-greedy. Then Kirsten had to go meet mom for dinner at Red Lobster, for reasons utterly unfathomable to me, so we dropped her off at a subway in Brooklyn. The strange thing was that we drove right through the old neighbourhood that Kirsten and I used to live in, and I swear at one point we turned to the corner right by our old house and I thought, "Almost home". I hadn't seen it in years but it was still completely familiar. It jolted me to realize that that hadn't been "home" for over 11 years. Funny.

So then I had Ivan all to myself in the backseat and I cuddled him and kissed him and played with him and it was just all kitten-kitten-kitten. All weekend: kitten-kitten-kitten. Even this morning as Steph drove me to the ferry, we took him along so he wouldn't be lonesome in the apartment, and I held him in my arms all the way there. The little cute baby. I miss him. He's only six weeks old, little tiny soft thing with his brown face and blue eyes. Want to kiss.

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