Here Kitty, Kitty

You know how sometimes you get this kitten and she's adorable, and you love her to pieces? Then your (future) husband accidentally runs over her and breaks her hip, rendering her to be an indoor kitty forever.

You're cool with that because you love the kitty and want her to be safe. Plus, you get to see her all the time and not wonder where she is, so yes, cool.

Then sometimes you might've had babies and your kitty decides that she hates the babies (hate is strong, more like she's terrified of the babies), and wants to be an outdoor kitty. So she goes outside and then comes inside when she's forced to like, say, when it's raining or blizzardy.

You're cool with that because you love the kitty and want her to feel safe. Plus, you get to see her all the time because you're now the only one she'll come to, so yes, cool.

Then you know how you move to a house across town and you can't find your kitty for the first few days, so you have to go over to the old house and holler like a crazy cat lady at 11:30PM on Memorial Day? No, because that only happens in my life.

She's here at the new house now (which by the way, the new house is wonderful and I'll tell you all about it later this week), and she is hating us with a rage more fierce than all of the fires of Hades.

We bathed her... FYI cats hate baths, friends. She bit Chris. I laughed.

These are the best pictures I could get of Minnie hating us ferociously. You'll have to forgive me for the blur!