Guys, I got a kitten!

This story starts off pretty sad. On Wednesday, we found a box of kittens by the dumpster where I work. We brought them in from the heat, actually opened the can of food that had been left in the box, and gave them each a wash down since they were covered in their own feces. The secretary called for animal control to come pick them up, but I didn’t want them to go to a shelter. Although, two of them did.

While I washed the smallest one, he kept staring at me. So I send a bunch of pictures of him to fiancé and begged to bring him home. Truth be told I almost cried. We had a cat at work who had a whole litter in the wall and we struggled to find homes for them-I can’t stand the idea of homeless pets.

And so I brought Plumpkin home. Not a typo. We named him Plumpkin. Because he’s a plump little pumpkin. And I’m so giddy about my new adorable little cuddle buddy, I thought I’d introduce you guys to the reasons I don’t get work done.

Plumpkin loves to snuggle!

Good morning, Plumpkin!

Belle likes to curl up in tight little balls when she takes naps.

Belle gathers up all of her toys and hordes them on the couch… she cries if you take them.

Plumpkin likes to climb up on me and my fiance and take naps on our shoulders.

Luka. Loves. Belly rubs.

I often roll over to find Luka has been watching me ever so impatiently…

Luka is not a morning dog. This was her response when I said it was time to get up.

Belle likes to snuggle by pushing me off the couch.