A handful of feral fluff loose in a house full of storage boxes and stuff moved to the side while we redo floors, one with a lifetime of quietly hiding under his belt, let the good times roll.

Freddie Mercury likes to hide in the closet, this will be as much fun as the "Romeo, where for art thou, Houdini butt?" jokes.

Also, just realized I'm going to be spending the next few years asking Bowie and Freddie if they feel any pressure, I can tell already.

First I got irritated that the coffee creamer is clear until you add liquid to it? Either coffee or water? Same brand and flavor I had, weird new color changing magic trick that caused me to waste a few squirts of creamer.

Then I was irritated that they apparently did some kind of magic trick formula to gimmick adults like they were children, like I'm a grown woman, treat me with respect.

Then I was irritated they didn't add sparkles and fun packaging on the label.

Turns out the kids who found the kitten were also going to name him Freddie, so there's some destiny for you.

Update: I got stiff from letting him sleep in my arms while I played video games, upset him when I shifted positions, so his little feral butt hissed until I was still, then tucked himself back in and started snoring the most adorable snore. He no like typing. Bye.

Couldn't sleep, excited about the kitten. Should I warn Joe I'm probably still being controlled by toxioplasmosis manipulating me to be near cats so it can spread?

Been playing The Sims and their "Happy at Home" event is giving me the earworms, and the kitten is happy to have a home and I also realized the other day that I am myself happy at home and BAM.

Kitty is Freddie. He can sing duets with Bowie the dog. Great month for it.

Kitty is about 3 weeks, and will only drink formula being dripped onto my finger, 'cause tastes like a mama. Soon also lapped up soft food from finger. Is content to let me carry like baby as I go about my day. Sleeping in my arms.