I don't string these words together often, but when I do, I mean it. Mark your calendars and tell your friends -- I was wrong.
Truly.
I was.
Last week when we headed to the Animal Rescue League to hang out with some kittens, I wasn't sure if we would leave with a new friend or not. When I opened the door to where the cats are, though, I changed my mind instantly. I knew. We were going to take home this little guy.
He was a blonder version of Max with blue eyes and long-ish fur. And he was STUNNING. Truly, he was one of the most adorable cats ever. EVER EVER.
And I wanted him.
But ... it wasn't solely my decision to make. So when Alexis said she liked a different kitten, I mumbled under my breath but then let her see the other kitten. We ended up in a little room with both of them, with me having already decided how the game was going to end.
Except, that isn't what happened. There is exactly one word to describe what happened and that word is "Alexis." She happened. She sat on the floor playing with kittens, as happy as can be, and one of those damn kittens made it real clear that she was going home with us. The kitten picked Alexis much more than Alexis picked her. It was meant to be.
And MAN was it meant to be.
This kitten, the kitten that picked Alexis while we were at the shelter, promptly changed her human selection once we were home.
This kitten has picked me as her favoritest in SO many ways. She lives in my lap, follows me around all over the house, and she lets me do stuff like this.
Which, by the way, is anything. This kitten will let me put her anywhere, dress her in anything, and she lets me take photos of it.
She seriously doesn't care.
I'm in kitty heaven, and all because I was wronger than wrong.
(No, she still doesn't have a name. We should probably work on that, eh? Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments. It has to be a name that comes from a Disney movie, though. That's our only rule.)