I'm so narfin' tired, though I don't have a real reason to. I mean, sure, I've been waking up earlier due to the Dud dropping off Mowgli before she goes in to work, but I'm used to sleep deprivation.

Mowgli, by the way, is the cutest little shit currently in existence. Yes, I'll take him over Baby Yoda. He's a newborn fuzzy gray kitten my sister's sister-in-law found crawling in the middle of the street. Little guy didn't even have his eyes or ears open yet. I'm guessing his age was about two or three days old when he was found. That was last Friday, so now he's about seven or eight days old. The kiddos and I decided to shoot for extra-caution and say he was born on December 4^th. He still hasn't opened his eyes, though I think he's starting to hear. His fuzzy little ears twitch when I talk to him, and he responds now when he hears noise. His mews are so tiny and quiet. I feel a great deal of love for him already, and I kinda want to keep him, but still don't know what my sister will decide. I hope she lets me keep him. She did mention that he seems to be bonding to me. I'm bonding to him, too. My frigid heart just melts away whenever he nuzzles my face. Today, he also started gently chewing on my fingers. He's teething! He's too damn cute. He's gonna be a gorgeous cat. I can't wait to see him grow, whether he ends up with me or my sister's family.