they are evil

Rosie did this to my foot last night. She was play fighting with Pippin in the living room and decided that the best springboard would be my bare foot. Stupid cat. >:(

Pippin!

This is Pippin (on our unmade bed). He is 8 months old and a serious cutie pie. He was also my surprise gift from Eric yesterday for my 25th birthday!

E and I drove to the Seattle Humane Society after church yesterday and adopted our newest family member after spending some time with most of the kittehs there. He chose us, for sure, and his former name was Stache because of his mini mustache. (Cute, but not quite right for us.) He's a sweetheart, a lover, and he definitely chose us instead of the other way around. We agreed on that stipulation before we even went inside to look at the cats. (I think that's the best way to find a pet--let them find you.)

His file said he was "shy with strangers, could be aggressive," and I'm pretty sure both of those are wrong! His former owners didn't really know much about our little guy, I'm sure! He's perfectly comfortable around strangers so far, and although he nips a little when he plays--he drew blood on Eric's chin last night--he's mostly a very chill, very cuddly cat.

Best part about him? His purr sounds more like a wheeze. :) He's the best!