tsukinofaerii: Pinkie Pie bouncing (MLP: Pinkie Pie Bouncing)
I meant to do this last week, but got sidetracked.

I GOT THE JOB!!!!

I officially started last week. And apparently they decided to back-date my pay? IDK how that actually works, other than that it gave me more money than anticipated and HR says it's groovy, so... uh, yay money?

In personal news... no news. Emma & co are suspiciously silent to requests for information. I'm considering this a sign that I can safely start stashing away cash for a down payment on a house. (I'm going to be in the area for years yet, may as well now that it's affordable.)

I also have yet another kitty! This brings me up to five, which I understand is the official minimum for Crazy Cat Lady status. I've filled out my paperwork and have been told my membership package is in the mail.

I spotted him on my way to work the Friday before last, trapped on a highway bridge in serious danger of being squished. D: So of course, as soon as I realized ZOMG KITTEN!!! I pulled over and chased his little ass down and dragged him into my car. I then lost him. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I'd been opening the doors in the search enough that I sort of assumed he'd escaped, so I left down some water (just in case) and proceeded with checking every hour or so until it became obvious that he wasn't there. I woke up the next morning with a weird feeling like I should check again just in case, and lo! There was a kitten behind the fucking dash board. Of course, the little shit bit me when I pulled him out, but I got him inside at least. Luckily, it had been a cool couple of days, so he wasn't in bad shape.

Since it was a Saturday and literally nowhere is open on weekends around here, I stuck him in a canvas traveling kennel with food and water until I could get him into a vet on Tuesday. There's not any no-kill shelters in my area, just a couple places that take in what they can when they can. All of them? Completely full up. I even met some other people in my same situation at the vet. So I'm taking the hint and he's alllll miiiiine.

According to the vet he was 6 weeks old last Tuesday, so he's about 7 weeks now. Teeny baby. Cupcake adores him, Pumpkin and Set Disapprove, and Duzie is ignoring him. The dogs are mostly a spectrum of fascinated to not giving any fucks. I've decided to name him Derek (the bite is a gift, bonding us through the possibility of rabies).

Pictures as soon as I can get decent ones.

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