The Unintentional Cat

When you can't think of anything to say, there's really nothing to say about it.

We did acquire a kitten several weeks ago. It was completely unintentional, as roughly half our cats have been. And unintentional cats are just as nice as intentional ones, we've found.

Yes, I *am* that crazy cat lady your mother warned you about.

But my husband enables me, which is proof that I married the right guy.

In honor of my husband, the new kitten is named Zodak.

Several years ago, my husband had a dream about a black cat with a white star-patch over his eye, "like KISS," he said. This cat was a superhero, and he was flying through the sky, wearing a cape. Everyone on the ground below was shouting, "Zodak! Zodak!"

So the black kitten, with the little white star on his chest and white tippy tip of his little black tail, is named Zodak.

After we named him, we looked it up and discovered that there was a rather ambiguous superhero, or villain, or impartial overseer of superheroes, named Zodak. Google it if you're curious.

Zodak the Wonder Cat doesn't care about all of this, though. He's only 5 weeks old, and all he really cares about is eating and playing and sleeping, in no particular order.

And all I care about is admiring him and keeping him out of trouble, which right now is a time-consuming job.

So that's all, until Zodak's a bit more self-sufficient. Which should only take a couple weeks.