In which I turn into the crazy cat lady

Remember how, on May 22, Sable had four kittens? Four really ridiculously cute, and now incredibly rambunctious kittens? Assassin and Killer and Stripey-Face and Mustache*?

Remember how the three grown cats we already own are more than enough?

REMEMBER HOW TODAY GREY ONE HAD THREE KITTENS WHILE I WAS AT WORK and now we have seven kittens to find good, loving, will-spoil-them-rotten homes?

Ohmigod. We have seven kittens. I NOW HAVE NAMES FOR THEM ALL. Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey, Happy, Sneezy, Bashful and Doc! Except Assassin and Killer’s names have stuck already, so that doesn’t work at all. Shit.

I’m very quickly becoming the crazy cat lady who lives on the hill. Except oh. my. god. Help me get rid of these cats.

Also I’ve just decided to name “Stripey-Face” Zorro because I’ve always thought he kind of looked like he’s wearing a mask and hello! Zorro! Boy! Mask!

I’m done.

* Okay, Stripey-Face and Mustache are NOT real names, but they’re descriptive so whatev.