a christmas surprise.
There's a charming story to be told about how my pet-phobic mother orchestrated this whole sneaky whole thing: finding a kitten for our family, even recruiting our elderly neighbor to play Santa Claus while delivering the kitten, then convincing him to stick around for a while so he wouldn't spend the holiday alone at home. But, I know we're all a little ADD on post-Christmas Monday, so I'll keep this short:
We named him Rudolph, and have eaten up every second, watching him explore and welcoming his cuddles. At four months old he's the perfect age: Young and spunky (and litter trained!), but exhausted by simply existing...resulting in tons of heartwarming yawns and impromptu naps. Although I've lived on my own for years, tradition states that I must sleep at my parent's house on Christmas Eve...this was the best Eve sleep ever. Little Rudy snuggled up on my tummy at midnight and purred until 4am when I woke up.
He's complete and total perfection. Consider my heart stolen.
(Please note the restraint it took to avoid any "puuuurfection" jokes throughout this post.)