After three years of not having any pets, I’ve sucked it up and adopted two cats. Pictured to the left is Gracie, a six year old attention whore who was rescued from a kill shelter in East New York. If you’ve never been to that part of New York City, just know that whenever it’s reported on the news that someone’s been shot, fifty percent of the time it’s in that neighborhood, the rest of the shootings are spread out all over the city. It’s a bad place and was no fucking fun at all visiting. Gracie’s a good cat, perhaps she realizes that she was basically on kitty death row due to her not being so young and everyone wants a kitten. Gracie hit the kitty lotto. Condemned to death, she’s been released to a fat life of good food and more attention that she’s probably ever had. She’s quite happy.

This little guy doesn’t have a name yet, well actually he does. When I picked him up, his adoption sheet said his name was Mazda. I’m pretty sure the people at the shelter name them as they bring them in. He most certainly will not be keeping that moniker but I’ll hold off naming him until he’s become a bit more social. The little bugger is a five month old stray that was found with his sister. Yesterday, he had his balls chopped off and is a little disoriented. He’s friendly and tame, but a little freaked out as anyone would be after being separate from family and testicles. He spent much of last night hiding under dressers and crying, but I’m certain he’ll come around soon.

I look forward to the next few weeks, spent searching for cat shit and desperately trying to coax the little bastards out from under furniture. It’s worth it. They’re both good cats. They’ll be acclimated soon and all will be well. I’ll admit to being a slave to gratuitous kittie porn and will likely be flooding my flickr account with gobs of photos. Here’s some I have already. Go ahead, get your cat porn fix.