The stork delivered.

No, I'm not pregnant.

We did however wake up to some mew mew'ing this morning and low and behold we were left with a little angel of a kitten on our doorstep. We don't know if momma cat hatched us a kitten present under our house or whether she dropped it off. Could have been some asshole of human that just didn't want to deal with itty bitty kitty. The poor little guy is probably only about 4 weeks old, as his eyes are barely open. I made an immediate run for the pet store where he was indulged with a bottle (he bit off the nipple) and kitty formula, as well as Friskies Deluxe Gourmet cat food.

Darla doesn't quite know what to make of him yet as she is pretty bitchy about the whole scene at the moment and poor Connor just wants to lick the poor feline to death.

After some debate over names, and a strict "ZOMG NO WAI" about the neighbor kids suggesting "Frappucino", it came down to "Doyle" and "Liam". Greg and the girls voted for "Doyle" and I was overruled. R.D.H. was also a close choice, as his name would officially be "Rogue Demon Hunter." But, we'll settle for Doyle for now.

Pictures coming soon.