Well, I have fallen in love. With a kitten, that is. He is a wee black kitten named Africa (sounds a tad racist) that I met at Petco a few weeks ago. I've gone back to visit him a few times to make sure that he is still there. He is so playful - he batted me in the face! Now that's true love.

We were planning to adopt him this upcoming Tuesday, but when we were there two days ago, the girl working told us that if we wanted to adopt him we would also have to adopt the older cat whose cage Africa was sharing. Apparently the older cat, Blue Jay, is skittish, and Africa helps keep him calm. We couldn't adopt both, because Nala wouldn't be able to handle such a change. Well, I must admit, I cried. No, I didn't bawl or wail or keen as the Irish do. I fought it, so just a few tears escaped from my eyes. He would have been the perfect companion for Nala. I already had a name picked out for him. I mean, who thought that it was a good idea to name a black cat Africa? So I was going to name him Leo, because he looks like a little black LEOpard.

Hopefully Mama and I can use all of our charming and persuasive negotiating tactics, learned on the streets of Chinatown ('Five dollar. Five dollar.' 'I'll give you two dollars.' 'Alright, for you, I make it three dollar'). I think that we can haggle our way into getting Leo. Hopefully in my next post I will be including a picture of an adorable leopard-like kitten....