We've been looking for a kitten for a little while- but this week, actively so. Jenn has her babies- and while we could certainly "share" Roane- Penguin is a one-girl cat, most certainly. I've wanted a kitten since I was a little girl- but was never allowed to keep one. Since we both agreed that a dog in the apartment with the cats might be a bit of a stretch on the animals, a kitten it would be.

I've wanted a black one since I could understand that kittens came in different colors. ;p But would you believe that a black kitten- with the personality that I wanted so badly- was nowhere to be found? I knew that I had the perfect kitten out there waiting for me... but I couldn't find her. And I was verily frustrated.

On Wednesday night, after an exhaustive search of the entire city, we purchased a newspaper. We looked through the ads... and saw one...

And within a few hours, I had little Emily in my arms.

She's six weeks old- which we didn't believe was a good time to leave the mother- but the owner was adopting them out at that time. She's tiny- I have never seen such a delicate creature. She's beautiful- she's so kind and loving- and curious! Jenn and I both adore her so much... it's positively unreal. I could't believe that that much cuteness could POSSIBLY be packed into something that tiny.

I cannot relate- POSSIBLY- how beautiful she really is.

It's our baby. It's our first real baby- a kitten we adopted... together. ;-; I realized as she cuddled between us that there really is no "mine" or "yours" in any relationship...

Unless the subject in question is Mr. P. ;p