This is making me so weak. It's the same place I found Ninotchka (a.k.a. "Nina," a.k.a. "Miss Kitty"), so if I got one it would be distantly related. Like fourth or fifth cousins. But I promised I would stay a one-cat person because once you have two, why not three? Why not four? 20? Before you know it, you have 63 cats roaming all over the house and yard and they're shuffling you out of the house in robe and slippers to be "evaluated" in the mental ward.
So I thought of a way around it. I don't get a kitten, Nina does. I buy the kitten for Nina, and it is hers and not mine. She can name it and everything. When people come over to visit and say, "Oh, you have two cats?" I can say, "No. Nina is my cat. The little one is hers." I think she'd probably name it Rawwr. Or Mower. Or Mowow.
And that's my two big scoops of crazy for the day.