Elaine calls me a while ago...to tell me that she has decided we are adopting two kitties.  Cute, small, baby, orange, kittens.

Um.....yeah.

This is a bad idea on so many levels.  Poison Ivy doesn't play well with others, they'd starve because Pollyanna would eat all the food before they got any and five cats is enough to drive me bug shit.  Plus, we rent...

She tells me that she has the adorable little fuzzballs in a cage in her office if I don't believe her.  I don't believe her.

After stopping at Sonic for liquid fortification (Scotch during business hours is frowned on) and go to her office.  There are indeed, two very small, cute, adorable and very orange kittens in a cage in her office.

I still don't believer her.  But I'm getting very nervous...

One of them has what appears to be respiratory issues and a messy, drainy eyeball.  Not a well kitty, in other words.  So, if she was telling me the truth, then they needed to go to the vets office.

Well, somebody in the office let the cat(s) out of the bag and I finally tumbled to the fact that Elaine was pulling my leg.  Which was not a surprise as Elaine can't lie worth two cents.  And pulling this sort of thing off required lying through her teeth.  No way...

But I was worried for a while.  She loves cats....

And even though they aren't coming home with us, they still need to go to the vets.