kittehs we adopted two kittens from the humane society. though really they're more like half grown cats. like most cats i've owned they have multiple names: vixen aka princess aka mouse and dancer aka bongo the magnificent aka bongo the bold aka trouble aka dog. i'm sure they'll earn more. she is in charge. all 5 pounds of her. the humane society was having a $10 special. an organization that processes strays gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. but... man, they sure made it tough to acquire a cat. first, the facilities are 10 miles from my home. second the building is new and expensive feeling. like i'm in an upper class people hospital. there really weren't that many animals to choose from. maybe i'm just naive but it seems like the process should take an hour. not three. and that was only the first day. fucking hell. there was more paperwork to sign than when we bought our house. but we plowed through it. whew. then the slow talking lady announced, now for the other cat. gah. after that was done she said we couldn't take them home until they were spayed and neutered. tomorrow. maybe tuesday. monday, no call. tuesday we call around 2pm. might be as late as thursday. minutes later we get the call from the medical desk. we must pick them up today between 4pm and 6pm. wtf?!?! how about tomorrow morning? no. do you know it's fucking rush hour. don't care. okay, the beautiful and talented alisa has a cub scout meeting then. i guess i'm going to skip wrestling practice which i love. to drive in traffic which i hate. my instructions were very clear. go to the door marked surrender. heh. wrong. i was supposed to go through the door marked cats and rabbits. the nice surrender lady walked me though the back way to the area for dogs. which i didn't know cause the sign was outside the door. so it took them a while to find me when they brought out the cats. sigh. anywho, the doped up cats traveled just fine. not a single yowl. they seem to enjoy their new home. i think though, they will be the last pets we get from the humane society. it made me twitch like some real estate agents. or a casino. all shiny. no substance. just too frikken many hoops to jump through. it's almost as if the pet loving volunteers really want to keep their animals.  ¶ 8:00 AM