Your Own Personal Unicorn
Had a nice outing with the scope last week, but we have two new family members in our house, and since cute conquers all, I'll leave the astronomy post til later in the week.
These are our two new kitties, picked up at the animal shelter this weekend. We went with the understanding we were going to get one kitten, but when you have three sets of beautiful females eyes batting at you, and an endless loop of "Can we please get two kitties? Please? Please?" in your ear, it'd be inhuman to say no.
Inhuman.
This is Precious, S's kitty. Prior to Precious, she was named Gracias. Prior to Gracias, she was named Star. She'll almost certainly have a new name by tomorrow morning.
This is Bellatrix, KK's kitty, Bella for short. Bellatrix is a star in Orion, his right shoulder, if you care about these things (the left shoulder is the more famous Betelgeuse, pronounced Beetle Juice). I must admit to having a little influence on the choosing of this name. But what's the point of being a Dad if you don't occasionally appoint yourself Minister of Propaganda?
The girls are insanely happy. They haven't fought for like 20 hours (of course, they were asleep for 10 of those hours). They have scratches all over their hands. They don't care. Those kitties could have laser-beam eyes, and the girls wouldn't care. It's as if we bought them their own personal unicorns.
